Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterhouse

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

Uhh, I define gutter - every 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 shot at me, I'm throwin a shot
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and cock back
the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of lyin
fifth is lyin in the second drawer next door to some bullshit 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 streets on a
to get in a ass on these beats like a thong, pause
Veterans me, the up-and-comers scared
The pretty go "Papi, here's my underwear!"
in a hundred years 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 is plasma
You're Atari 2600 with a weak
us the gap's so crazy
I'm Gucci, Louis V; Gap, Old Navy
I get coochie in the V, you no ladies
You're suburb, I'm where the gats go crazy!

[Nino
Look, you know,
a lecture, ain't tryin to be Pun's successor
That term's fucker, what up whatever
You is food, I'm about to pluck 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 lust for you owe me
Leave holes in your vest open 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 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 if you flossin 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 white I'm on this mic
Still at night, don't wanna see mornin light
And I feel I'm forced to fight
the CHiPS are down like Ponch fallin off his bike (AHHH!)
Of my metaphors are tight awesome, right?
I got 'em in awe, my aura's like
What's poppin? Who diddy-boppin?
You wasn't really, now you all and really conscious
I ain't with silly nonsense, I really pop shit
My gun stay like Biggie's optics
I, I evolvin but grown bitter
On your they're carvin "Fucked with the wrong nigga"

I]
I don't write I kill a pen, leak its on the page
I breathe bars like oxygen locked my in a cage
Instrumentals get fucked on the
A pedophile unless I dig in the crates and with somethin my age
vow, to never smile when I'm at peace
Only when I'm eatin the deceased quiche
Only when my enemy's internal organs are a smorgasbord in a
The Dahmer with melanin led 'em in the of the beast
You'll be missin until fishermen see corpse
I'll be in stickin a chicken in my Michelin
ready to pigeon pitch again from to New York
I was whippin Bentleys before pictures up in the Source
I'm a gorillas behind bars, on some zoo shit
Shoot you while talkin on some news camera crew's shit
Sicker than in past tense on some flu shit
Day-old asshole flow, I new shit!
Exclusive! You don't want it in
have the doctors operatin on the front of your back
Tryin to keep your intact
The spiritual you, leavin 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 hear my

Da 5'9"]
Nickel!
I hope niggaz I'll show up to your show
I'll show up where you go, show up to your do', will explode
'fore they hit the flo', I know niggaz know
I got a open flow, I air shit OUT
In the D they used to call me Royce
Now they call me Davis
why? "Sheeeeeeeeeeee-it"
Cause when it come to them words you know I shit out
I write rhymes like, white lines on a tray
Ice cold Ice Cube like O'Shea
Ridin shotgun with Chris my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm down for the
Forever stay violent, better stay
Hammers stay hummin like the mandolin violin
Speakin of, I done played a of violence
than my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic
I niggaz up, clap niggaz up, scrap niggaz up
Either that or we gon' slap up
Dump dirt on you - before I go
my Maino 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 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 Shady and Jay (ohh!)
I pull the jeans down on my bitch and then
Cause the pussy Max B when she ain't shave
I leave the booth smellin like ain't sprayed
I would talk about Kimbo but I crazy
I'm like McFly goin back in time
and dissin his nigga you can't fade me

Budden]
They say he a bastard for real, then 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 your best
I your men just, do your best Bush rendish
Endless, move than two inches
My boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end or see me ma