Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterhouse

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

Uhh, I define gutter - every time I
I climb up notch, hip-hop got my spine smothered
But I'll be fine - my mind hovers
above all you jive wishin, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me, I'm throwin a back
is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock
Open the mac's mouth and black out I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of niggaz
They fifth is lyin in the second drawer next door to some bullshit iron
Y'all be makin up the little kids is buyin
I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany
I gotta mention the streets on a song
to get in a nigga ass on these beats a thong, pause
co-sign me, the up-and-comers scared
The pretty girls go "Papi, my underwear!"
Never in a hundred I thought I'd be a rapper
But in than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor
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
You're suburb, I'm gutter the gats go crazy!

[Nino
Look, you know,
Fuck a lecture, ain't to be Pun's successor
term's done 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 the front of Shredder
I lust for you owe me
Leave holes in vest that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure
I'm somethin, a phenomenon
bombs for fun then dine in hell during Ramadan
Whatever I'm on or whoever
I tear 'em swear on my pops
No, fear in my heart, shit, been 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 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, afford the price
cost you, I'll off your life!
You soft, I told you I'm raw white when I'm on mic
Still mourn at night, wanna see mornin light
And I feel like I'm forced to
When the CHiPS are like Ponch fallin off his bike (AHHH!)
Of course my are tight awesome, right?
I got 'em in awe, my aura's like
What's really poppin? Who
You really, now you all Common and really conscious
I ain't with silly nonsense, I really pop shit
My gun cocked like Biggie's optics
I, I stay evolvin but grown
On your grave they're "Fucked with the wrong nigga"

I]
I don't write I kill a pen, its blood on the page
I breathe like oxygen locked my lungs in a cage
Instrumentals get fucked on the
A pedophile I dig in the crates and fuck with somethin my age
Forever vow, to never smile when I'm at
Only when I'm eatin the deceased quiche
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 fishermen see your corpse
I'll be in Michigan stickin a chicken in my
ready to pigeon pitch 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
Sicker than flyin in tense on some flu shit
Day-old asshole flow, I new shit!
Exclusive! You don't want it in
I'll the doctors operatin on the front of your back
to keep your stomach intact
The spiritual you, leavin body, he don't wanna go back
That's when the tunnel go black; I send your to the atmosphere
Fuck outta here, and ringtone rap career!
Crooked I, the face of Eastside Long Beach
Put your ear to the so you can hear 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 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 me Mayor Royce
Now call me Clay Davis
Guess "Sheeeeeeeeeeee-it"
when it come to them words you know I wear shit out
I write rhymes like, white lines on a nose
Ice cold Ice flow like O'Shea
Ridin shotgun Chris Martin my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm down for the
stay violent, better stay silent
Hammers hummin like strummin the mandolin violin
of, I done played a tune of violence
More than my nigga Hamilton played Sonic
I wrap up, clap 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 Yung 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, matter 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 sittin between and Jay (ohh!)
I pull the down on my bitch and then wave
Cause the pussy Max B wavy she ain't shave
I leave the booth smellin like somebody sprayed
I would talk Kimbo but I ain't crazy
I'm like McFly goin back in time
and dissin his nigga you can't fade me

[Joe
They say he a bastard for real, 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
tremendous, it's in your best interest
I insist your men just, do your best rendish
Endless, move more two inches
My blood'll like I got a big skin cyst
So end or see me ma