Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterhouse

[Joell
Aiyyo what you said, 24 right?
cool, I got you

Uhh, I define gutter - every time I
I climb up another notch, hip-hop got my smothered
But I'll be fine - my mind hovers
above all you suckers wishin, that's word to my mother
You throw a at me, I'm throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and cock back
Open the mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm and tired of niggaz lyin
They is lyin in the second drawer next door to some bullshit they iron
Y'all be makin up stories the little is buyin
I do everything my Penn like a Nittany Lion
I gotta mention the streets on a song
to get in a nigga ass on these like a thong, pause
Veterans me, the up-and-comers 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 I knew I'd be a factor
I'm PS4 in HD and the is plasma
You're Atari with a weak adapter
us the gap's so crazy
I'm Gucci, Louis V; Gap, Old Navy
I get coochie in the V, you no ladies
You're suburb, I'm where the gats go crazy!

Bless]
Look, you know,
Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be successor
term's done fucker, what up whatever
You is food, I'm about to pluck some feathers
I'm young and clever, clutch under pressure
Yup! Who this better?
Walk with medal all on me like the front of Shredder
I for cheddar you owe me
Leave holes in your vest that'll open your like a sunken treasure
I'm somethin, like a
Droppin bombs for fun then dine in hell during
Whatever I'm on or whoever
I tear 'em swear on my pops
No, fear in my heart, shit, through it all
Done swam with the sharks, snapped fins my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest
off of a brick of hash mixed with hits like sick cracker shit
Get back, dumb I ignore the hype
Click-clack, Yung if you flossin ice
Dawg, cross me twice, afford the price
It'll cost you, I'll off life!
You soft, I told you I'm raw white I'm on this mic
Still mourn at night, don't wanna see light
And I like I'm forced to fight
When the CHiPS are down like Ponch off his bike (AHHH!)
Of course my metaphors are awesome, right?
I got 'em in awe, my aura's like
What's really Who diddy-boppin?
You wasn't really, now you all and really conscious
I ain't with that silly nonsense, I really pop
My gun stay cocked like Biggie's
I, I stay evolvin but grown
On grave they're carvin "Fucked with the wrong nigga"

I]
I don't write I a pen, leak its blood on the page
I breathe like oxygen locked my lungs in a cage
Instrumentals get fucked on the
A pedophile unless I dig in the crates and fuck with my age
vow, to never smile when I'm at peace
Only when I'm eatin the deceased like
when my enemy's internal organs are a smorgasbord in a feast
The Dahmer with melanin led 'em in the belly of the
You'll be missin until fishermen see corpse
I'll be in stickin a chicken in my Michelin
ready to pigeon pitch from Switzerland to New York
I was whippin Bentleys before them pictures up in the
I'm a gorillas behind these bars, on some zoo
Shoot you while you're talkin on some news crew's shit
Sicker than flyin in tense on some flu shit
Day-old flow, I drop new shit!
Exclusive! You don't it in fact
have the doctors operatin on the front of your back
Tryin to keep your intact
The spiritual you, leavin your body, he don't go back
That's when the tunnel go black; I send your soul to the
Fuck outta here, and ringtone rap career!
It's Crooked I, the face of Long Beach
Put your ear to the street so you can my heartbeat

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

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