Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterhouse

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

Uhh, I define gutter - time I rhyme
I up another notch, hip-hop got my spine smothered
But I'll be fine - my mind hovers
all you jive suckers wishin, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me, I'm a shot back
Yours is on a joint, whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and cock back
Open the mac's mouth and out like I do not rap
I'm and tired of niggaz lyin
They fifth is lyin in the second next door to some bullshit they iron
Y'all be makin up stories the little is buyin
I do everything my Penn State like a Lion
I ain't gotta the streets on a song
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 years I thought I'd be a
But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a
I'm PS4 in HD and the screen is
You're 2600 with a weak adapter
Between us the so crazy
I'm Gucci, Louis V; you're Gap, Old
I get in the V, you attract no ladies
suburb, I'm gutter where the gats go crazy!

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

I]
I don't write I a pen, leak its blood on the page
I breathe bars oxygen locked my lungs in a cage
Instrumentals get on the stage
A pedophile unless I dig in the and fuck with somethin my age
Forever vow, to never smile when I'm at
Only I'm eatin the deceased like quiche
Only when my 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 your
I'll be in Michigan a chicken in my Michelin
ready to pigeon again from Switzerland to New York
I was whippin Bentleys them pictures up in the Source
I'm a behind these bars, on some zoo shit
Shoot you while talkin on some news camera crew's shit
than flyin in past tense on some flu shit
Day-old asshole flow, I new shit!
Exclusive! You don't it in fact
I'll have the doctors operatin on the front of back
Tryin to keep your stomach
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 Eastside Long
Put your ear to the so you can hear my heartbeat

Da 5'9"]
Nickel!
I niggaz know I'll show up to your show
I'll show up you go, show up to your do', fo's will explode
shells 'fore they hit the flo', I know niggaz
I got a open window flow, I air OUT
In the D they used to call me Mayor
Now they call me Davis
Guess "Sheeeeeeeeeeee-it"
when it come to them words you know I wear shit out
I write rhymes like, lines on a nose tray
Ice cold Ice Cube flow O'Shea
Ridin shotgun with Martin my DJ
Not the boy, but I'm down for the Coldplay
Forever stay violent, better silent
stay hummin like strummin the mandolin violin
Speakin of, I done played a tune of
More my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic
I wrap niggaz up, niggaz up, scrap niggaz up
that 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 his ass cause I ain't opposed, I'm a livin anal probe
I'm a lame-ophobe, matter fact my JumpOff
Can I goin? (Why the fuck not!)
When I was a teen, I to pack a three-eighty
Now I'm spittin between Shady and Jay (ohh!)
I pull the jeans down on my bitch and wave
Cause the pussy Max B wavy she ain't shave
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 nigga you 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
tremendous, it's in your best interest
I insist your men just, do your best Bush
Endless, move more than two
My boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end or see me ma