Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterhouse

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

Uhh, I define gutter - time I rhyme
I climb up 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 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 mac's mouth and black out I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of niggaz
They fifth is lyin in the second next door to some bullshit they iron
be makin up stories the little kids is buyin
I do everything my State like a Nittany 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 pretty girls go "Papi, 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 Atari 2600 with a weak
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 where the go crazy!

[Nino
Look, you know,
Fuck a lecture, ain't to be Pun's successor
That done fucker, what up whatever
You birds is food, I'm about to some feathers
I'm young and clever, clutch under pressure
Yup! Who this better?
Walk around with all on me like the front of Shredder
I for cheddar you owe me
Leave holes in your vest that'll your chest like a sunken treasure
I'm somethin, like a
Droppin bombs for fun then dine in during Ramadan
I'm rhymin on or whoever
I 'em apart; swear on my pops
No, fear in my heart, shit, 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 like sick cracker shit
Get back, dumb birds I ignore the
Click-clack, Yung if you flossin ice
Dawg, cross me twice, can't afford the
It'll cost you, off your 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 my metaphors are tight awesome, right?
I got 'em in awe, my aura's like
What's really Who diddy-boppin?
You wasn't really, now you all Common and really
I ain't with that silly nonsense, I pop shit
My gun stay cocked like Biggie's
I, I evolvin but grown bitter
On your grave they're "Fucked with the wrong nigga"

I]
I don't write I kill a pen, leak its blood on the
I breathe bars oxygen locked my lungs in a cage
get fucked on the stage
A pedophile unless I dig in the crates and fuck with my age
Forever vow, to smile when I'm at peace
Only I'm eatin the deceased like quiche
Only when my internal organs are a smorgasbord in a feast
The with melanin led 'em in the belly of the beast
You'll be missin fishermen see your corpse
I'll be in Michigan stickin a chicken in my
ready to pigeon pitch again from to New York
I was whippin Bentleys before pictures up in the Source
I'm a gorillas these bars, on some zoo shit
Shoot you while you're on some news camera crew's shit
Sicker than in past tense on some flu shit
asshole 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 stomach intact
The spiritual you, leavin your body, he don't wanna go
when the tunnel go black; I send your soul to the atmosphere
Fuck outta here, and your rap career!
It's Crooked I, the 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, show up to do', fo's will explode
'fore they hit the flo', I know niggaz know
I got a window flow, I air shit OUT
In the D they used to call me Mayor
Now they call me Davis
why? "Sheeeeeeeeeeee-it"
Cause when it come to them you know I wear shit out
I write rhymes like, white lines on a nose
Ice cold Ice Cube like O'Shea
Ridin shotgun with Chris my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm for the Coldplay
Forever stay violent, better silent
Hammers stay hummin like strummin the violin
of, I done played a tune of violence
More than my nigga Charles Hamilton Sonic
I wrap niggaz up, clap up, scrap niggaz up
Either or we gon' slap niggaz up
Dump dirt on you - before I go
into my Maino mode if I the scent 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 anal
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 sittin between Shady and Jay (ohh!)
I pull the jeans down on my bitch and then
Cause the pussy Max B wavy she ain't shave
I leave the booth smellin like somebody ain't
I would talk Kimbo but I ain't crazy
I'm like Marty McFly back in time
and dissin his momma nigga you fade me

Budden]
They say he a for real, then they see the ass on his girl
So they wonderin, why's he so mad at the
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 your best
I insist men just, do your best Bush rendish
Endless, move more than two
My blood'll boil I got a big skin cyst
So end or see me ma