Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterhouse

[Joell
Aiyyo Joey what you said, 24
cool, I got you

Uhh, I define - every time I rhyme
I climb up another notch, hip-hop got my smothered
But I'll be fine brother - my mind
above all you jive suckers wishin, that's to my mother
You a shot at me, I'm throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, whistlin by your top hat
I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of niggaz
They fifth is lyin in the second drawer next door to some they iron
Y'all be makin up stories the little kids is
I do everything my Penn like a Nittany Lion
I ain't gotta mention the streets on a
to get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong,
Veterans co-sign me, the scared
The girls go "Papi, here's my underwear!"
Never in a hundred I thought I'd be a rapper
But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a
I'm PS4 in HD and the screen is
Atari 2600 with a weak adapter
Between us the so crazy
I'm Gucci, V; you're Gap, Old Navy
I get coochie in the V, you no ladies
You're suburb, I'm where the gats go crazy!

[Nino
Look, you know,
Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be successor
That done fucker, what up whatever
You birds is food, I'm about to pluck some
I'm young and clever, plus under pressure
Yup! Who does better?
Walk around with medal all on me the front of Shredder
I for cheddar you owe me
holes in your vest that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure
I'm somethin, a phenomenon
Droppin bombs for fun then dine in during Ramadan
I'm rhymin on or whoever
I 'em apart; swear on my pops
No, in my heart, shit, been through it all
Done swam with the sharks, fins with my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest
off of a brick of hash mixed with acid hits sick cracker shit
Get back, dumb birds I the hype
Click-clack, Yung if you flossin ice
Dawg, cross me twice, can't afford the
It'll cost you, I'll off life!
You soft, I told you I'm raw when I'm on this mic
Still mourn at night, don't wanna see mornin
And I feel like I'm forced to
the CHiPS are down like Ponch fallin off his bike (AHHH!)
Of my metaphors are tight awesome, right?
I got 'em in awe, my aura's like
What's poppin? Who diddy-boppin?
You wasn't really, now you all Common and really
I ain't with that nonsense, I really pop shit
My gun cocked like Biggie's optics
I, I stay evolvin but bitter
On your grave they're carvin "Fucked the wrong nigga"

I]
I don't write I kill a pen, leak its blood on the
I breathe bars like oxygen locked my lungs in a
get fucked on the stage
A pedophile unless I dig in the crates and fuck with my age
Forever vow, to smile when I'm at peace
when I'm eatin the deceased like quiche
Only when my enemy's organs are a smorgasbord in a feast
The Dahmer with led 'em in the belly of the beast
You'll be missin fishermen see your corpse
I'll be in Michigan stickin a in my Michelin
ready to pigeon pitch again from Switzerland to New
I was whippin Bentleys before them pictures up in the
I'm a gorillas behind these bars, on zoo shit
Shoot you while you're talkin on news camera crew's shit
Sicker than in past tense on some flu shit
asshole flow, I drop new shit!
Exclusive! You don't want it in
have the doctors operatin on the front of your back
Tryin to keep your stomach
The spiritual you, leavin your body, he don't wanna go
That's when the tunnel go I send your soul to the atmosphere
outta here, and your ringtone rap career!
It's Crooked I, the face of Eastside Beach
Put your ear to the so you can hear my heartbeat

Da 5'9"]
Nickel!
I hope niggaz know I'll show up to show
I'll show up where you go, up to your do', fo's will explode
shells 'fore they hit the flo', I know know
I got a open window flow, I air OUT
In the D they used to call me Mayor
Now they me Clay Davis
why? "Sheeeeeeeeeeee-it"
Cause when it come to them words you know I shit out
I write rhymes like, white lines on a tray
Ice cold Ice Cube like O'Shea
Ridin shotgun with Chris my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm for the Coldplay
stay violent, better stay silent
Hammers stay hummin strummin the mandolin violin
Speakin of, I played a tune of violence
More than my nigga Charles Hamilton Sonic
I wrap niggaz up, niggaz up, scrap niggaz up
Either or we gon' slap niggaz up
Dump dirt on you - before I go
into my Maino mode if I smell the scent of Berg on ya
'Til it ain't no mo', no dough
Get into his ass cause I ain't opposed, I'm a livin probe
I'm a lame-ophobe, fact my nigga JumpOff
Can I goin? (Why the fuck not!)
I was a teen, I used to pack a three-eighty
Now I'm spittin between Shady and Jay (ohh!)
I pull the down on my bitch and then wave
Cause the pussy Max B wavy when she ain't
I leave the booth smellin like somebody ain't
I would about Kimbo but I ain't crazy
I'm like Marty McFly goin in time
and dissin his momma you can't fade me

[Joe
They say he a for real, then they see the ass on his girl
So wonderin, why's he so mad at the world?
I it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it
So even to the producer hard to I.D. it
Bars tremendous, it's in your best
I insist your men just, do your Bush rendish
Endless, move more than two
My boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end or see me ma