Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterhouse

[Joell
Aiyyo Joey 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 brother - my mind
above all you jive suckers wishin, 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 I'll cock
Open the mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and of niggaz lyin
fifth is lyin in the second drawer next door to some bullshit they iron
Y'all be up stories the little kids is buyin
I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany
I ain't mention the streets on a song
to get in a nigga ass on beats like a thong, pause
Veterans me, the up-and-comers scared
The pretty go "Papi, here's my underwear!"
Never in a years 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
You're Atari 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 attract no
You're suburb, I'm gutter where the go crazy!

[Nino
Look, you know,
Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be 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 under
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 chest a sunken treasure
I'm somethin, a phenomenon
bombs for fun then dine in hell during Ramadan
Whatever I'm rhymin on or
I tear 'em apart; swear on my
No, in my heart, shit, been through it all
swam with the sharks, snapped fins with my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest
off of a brick of hash mixed with acid hits like cracker shit
Get back, dumb birds I the hype
Click-clack, Berg'd if you flossin ice
Dawg, me twice, can't 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
mourn at night, don't wanna see mornin light
And I feel I'm forced to fight
When the CHiPS are down like Ponch fallin off his (AHHH!)
Of course my metaphors are tight awesome,
I got 'em in awe, my aura's Jordan
What's poppin? Who diddy-boppin?
You really, now you all Common and really conscious
I with that 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 I kill a pen, leak its blood on the page
I breathe bars like locked my lungs in a cage
get fucked on the stage
A pedophile I dig in the crates and fuck with somethin my age
Forever vow, to smile when I'm at peace
Only when I'm 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
be missin until fishermen see your corpse
I'll be in stickin a chicken in my Michelin
ready to pigeon pitch from Switzerland to New York
I was whippin before them pictures up in the Source
I'm a gorillas behind bars, on some zoo shit
Shoot you while you're talkin on 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 want it in
I'll the doctors operatin on the front of your back
Tryin to keep stomach intact
The you, leavin your body, he don't wanna go back
when the tunnel go black; I send your soul to the atmosphere
Fuck outta here, and your rap career!
It's Crooked I, the face of Long Beach
Put ear to the street 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 niggaz know
I got a open window flow, I air OUT
In the D they used to me Mayor Royce
Now they call me Clay
Guess "Sheeeeeeeeeeee-it"
Cause when it come to 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 with Chris my DJ
Not the boy, but I'm down for the Coldplay
Forever violent, better stay silent
Hammers stay hummin like strummin the mandolin
Speakin of, I done a tune of violence
than my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic
I wrap niggaz up, clap up, scrap niggaz up
Either that or we gon' slap up
dirt on you - right before I go
into my Maino mode if I smell the of Yung Berg on ya
'Til it ain't no mo', ain't no
Get into his ass cause I ain't opposed, I'm a livin probe
I'm a lame-ophobe, matter fact my nigga
Can I keep (Why the fuck not!)
When I was a teen, I used to pack a
Now I'm spittin sittin between and Jay (ohh!)
I pull the jeans on my bitch and then wave
the pussy Max B wavy when she ain't shave
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 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 to the producer it's hard to I.D. it
Bars tremendous, it's in best interest
I insist your men just, do your best Bush
Endless, move than two inches
My blood'll boil like I got a big skin
So end or see me ma