Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterhouse

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

Uhh, I define - every time I rhyme
I climb up another notch, hip-hop got my smothered
But I'll be fine - my mind hovers
above all you jive suckers wishin, that's 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 violate and I'll cock
Open the mac's and black out like I do not rap
I'm and tired of niggaz lyin
They fifth is lyin in the second drawer next door to some bullshit iron
Y'all be makin up stories the kids is buyin
I do my Penn State like a Nittany Lion
I ain't gotta mention the streets on a
to get in a nigga ass on beats like a thong, pause
co-sign me, the up-and-comers scared
The girls go "Papi, here's my underwear!"
Never in a hundred I thought I'd be a rapper
But in less a hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor
I'm PS4 in HD and the screen is
Atari 2600 with a weak adapter
Between us the gap's so
I'm Gucci, V; you're Gap, Old Navy
I get coochie in the V, you no ladies
You're suburb, I'm gutter where the go crazy!

[Nino
Look, you know,
Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be successor
That term's done fucker, up whatever
You birds is food, I'm to pluck some feathers
I'm young and clever, plus under pressure
Yup! Who does this
Walk with medal 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 dine in hell during Ramadan
I'm rhymin on or whoever
I tear 'em apart; swear on my
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 piff
off of a brick of mixed with acid hits like sick cracker shit
Get back, dumb I ignore the hype
Click-clack, Yung Berg'd if you ice
Dawg, cross me twice, can't afford the
It'll cost you, I'll off life!
You soft, I told you I'm raw when I'm on this mic
Still mourn at night, wanna see mornin light
And I feel like I'm to fight
When the are down like Ponch fallin off his bike (AHHH!)
Of course my metaphors are awesome, right?
I got 'em in awe, my aura's like
really poppin? Who diddy-boppin?
You wasn't really, now you all Common and really
I ain't with that nonsense, I really pop shit
My gun stay cocked like optics
I, I stay evolvin but bitter
On your grave they're carvin "Fucked the wrong nigga"

I]
I don't write I kill a pen, leak its 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 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 with melanin led 'em in the belly of the beast
You'll be until fishermen see your corpse
I'll be in Michigan stickin a in my Michelin
ready to pigeon pitch again Switzerland to New York
I was whippin Bentleys before them up in the Source
I'm a gorillas behind bars, on some zoo shit
Shoot you you're talkin on some news camera crew's shit
Sicker than flyin in past tense on some flu
asshole flow, I drop new shit!
Exclusive! You want it in fact
have 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 ringtone rap career!
It's I, the face of Eastside Long Beach
Put your ear to the so you can hear my heartbeat

Da 5'9"]
Nickel!
I hope know I'll show up to your show
I'll show up where you go, show up to your do', will explode
shells 'fore hit the flo', I know niggaz know
I got a open flow, I air shit OUT
In the D they used to me Mayor Royce
Now they me Clay Davis
Guess "Sheeeeeeeeeeee-it"
Cause when it come to them you know I wear shit out
I write rhymes like, white lines on a tray
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 played a tune of violence
than my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic
I wrap up, clap niggaz up, scrap niggaz up
Either or we gon' slap niggaz up
Dump 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, fact my nigga JumpOff
Can I keep (Why the fuck not!)
When I was a teen, I to pack a three-eighty
Now I'm spittin sittin between and Jay (ohh!)
I pull the jeans down on my bitch and then
Cause the pussy Max B wavy when she shave
I leave the booth smellin like ain't sprayed
I would talk about Kimbo but I ain't
I'm like Marty McFly goin in time
and dissin his momma nigga you can't 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 your best
I insist your men just, do your best rendish
Endless, move more two inches
My blood'll boil I got a big skin cyst
So end or see me ma