Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterhouse

[Joell
Aiyyo Joey 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 hovers
above all you jive suckers wishin, word to my mother
You throw a at me, I'm throwin a shot 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 mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm and tired of niggaz lyin
They fifth is lyin in the second next door to some bullshit they iron
Y'all be makin up the little kids is buyin
I do everything my Penn State like a Lion
I ain't gotta mention the streets on a
to get in a nigga ass on these like a thong, pause
Veterans co-sign me, the scared
The girls go "Papi, here's my underwear!"
Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a
But in than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor
I'm PS4 in HD and the is plasma
You're Atari 2600 a weak adapter
us the gap's so crazy
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, what up
You birds is food, I'm about to pluck feathers
I'm and clever, plus clutch under pressure
Yup! Who does better?
Walk around medal all on me like the front of Shredder
I lust for you owe me
Leave in your vest that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure
I'm somethin, like a
Droppin bombs for fun then in hell during Ramadan
Whatever I'm on or whoever
I tear 'em apart; swear on my
No, fear in my heart, shit, been it all
Done swam with the sharks, fins with my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest
off of a brick of hash with acid hits like sick cracker shit
Get back, dumb I ignore the hype
Click-clack, Berg'd if you flossin ice
Dawg, cross me twice, afford the price
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, don't wanna see light
And I feel like I'm forced to
the CHiPS are down like Ponch fallin off his bike (AHHH!)
Of course my metaphors are tight awesome,
I got 'em in awe, my Jordan like
really poppin? Who diddy-boppin?
You really, now you all Common and really conscious
I ain't with that silly nonsense, I really pop
My gun stay cocked Biggie's optics
I, I stay evolvin but grown
On your grave carvin "Fucked with the wrong nigga"

I]
I don't write I a pen, leak its blood on the page
I breathe bars like locked my lungs in a cage
Instrumentals get on the stage
A pedophile unless I dig in the and fuck with somethin my age
vow, to never smile when I'm at peace
Only when I'm eatin the deceased like
Only when my enemy's organs are a smorgasbord in a feast
The Dahmer with melanin led 'em in the 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 from to New York
I was Bentleys before them pictures up in the Source
I'm a gorillas behind these bars, on 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 it in fact
I'll have the doctors operatin on the front of 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
Fuck outta here, and your rap career!
It's Crooked I, the face of Long Beach
Put your ear to the street so you can hear my

Da 5'9"]
Nickel!
I hope niggaz know I'll up to your show
show up where 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 call me Mayor
Now they call me Clay
why? "Sheeeeeeeeeeee-it"
Cause when it to them words you know I wear shit out
I write rhymes like, white lines on a tray
Ice cold Ice Cube like O'Shea
Ridin shotgun with Martin my DJ
Not the boy, but I'm down for the Coldplay
Forever stay violent, stay silent
Hammers stay hummin strummin the mandolin violin
Speakin of, I done played a of violence
More than my nigga Charles Hamilton 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 mode if I smell the scent of Yung Berg on ya
'Til it no mo', ain't no dough
Get into his ass cause I opposed, I'm a livin anal probe
I'm a lame-ophobe, matter fact my JumpOff
Can I keep goin? (Why the not!)
When I was a teen, I used to pack a
Now I'm spittin between Shady and Jay (ohh!)
I pull the jeans on my bitch and then wave
Cause the Max B wavy when she ain't shave
I leave the booth smellin like somebody sprayed
I would talk Kimbo but I ain't crazy
I'm Marty McFly goin back in time
and dissin his momma you can't fade me

Budden]
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 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 rendish
Endless, move than two inches
My blood'll boil like I got a big cyst
So end or see me ma