Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterhouse

[Joell
Aiyyo 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 brother - my mind
above all you suckers wishin, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me, I'm throwin a shot
Yours is on a joint, mine's by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you and I'll cock back
Open the mac's 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 the little kids is buyin
I do my Penn State like a Nittany Lion
I ain't gotta mention the on a song
to get in a ass on these beats like a thong, pause
Veterans me, the up-and-comers scared
The pretty girls go "Papi, my underwear!"
Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a
But in less than a bars I knew I'd be a factor
I'm PS4 in HD and the is plasma
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 where the gats go crazy!

Bless]
Look, you know,
Fuck a lecture, tryin 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 under pressure
Yup! Who this better?
Walk around with all on me like the front of Shredder
I lust for you owe me
Leave holes in your vest that'll open your chest a sunken treasure
I'm somethin, a phenomenon
Droppin for fun then dine in hell during Ramadan
Whatever I'm on or whoever
I 'em apart; swear on my pops
No, fear in my heart, shit, been it all
Done swam with the sharks, snapped with my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest
off of a brick of hash mixed with acid hits like sick cracker
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, 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 mornin
And I like I'm forced to fight
When the CHiPS are down like fallin off his bike (AHHH!)
Of course my metaphors are awesome, right?
I got 'em in awe, my aura's like
What's really poppin? Who
You wasn't really, now you all Common and really
I ain't that silly nonsense, I really pop shit
My gun stay cocked like optics
I, I stay but grown bitter
On your they're carvin "Fucked with the wrong nigga"

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

Da 5'9"]
Nickel!
I hope niggaz know I'll show up to your
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 flow, I air shit OUT
In the D they used to call me Royce
Now they call me Clay
why? "Sheeeeeeeeeeee-it"
Cause when it come to them words you know I shit out
I rhymes like, white lines on a nose tray
Ice cold Ice Cube flow O'Shea
Ridin shotgun Chris Martin my DJ
Not the boy, but I'm down for the Coldplay
Forever stay violent, better stay
Hammers stay hummin like strummin the violin
of, I done played a tune of violence
More than my nigga Charles Hamilton played
I wrap niggaz up, clap niggaz up, niggaz up
Either that or we slap niggaz up
dirt on you - right before I go
into my Maino if I smell the scent of Yung Berg on ya
it ain't no mo', ain't no dough
Get his ass cause I ain't opposed, I'm a livin anal probe
I'm a lame-ophobe, matter my nigga JumpOff
Can I keep goin? (Why the not!)
I was a teen, I used to pack a three-eighty
Now I'm spittin sittin 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 somebody ain't sprayed
I would about Kimbo but I ain't crazy
I'm like McFly goin back in time
and his momma nigga you can't fade me

Budden]
They say he a bastard for real, then they see the ass on his
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, in your best interest
I insist your men just, do best Bush rendish
Endless, more than two inches
My blood'll boil like I got a big skin
So end or see me ma