Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterhouse

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

Uhh, I define - every time I rhyme
I up another notch, hip-hop got my spine smothered
But I'll be brother - my mind hovers
above all you suckers wishin, that's word to my mother
You a shot 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 mac's and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and of niggaz lyin
They fifth is lyin in the second drawer next 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 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 pretty go "Papi, here's 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 is plasma
You're 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 attract no
You're suburb, I'm where the gats go crazy!

Bless]
Look, you know,
Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be 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 does this
Walk around 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, through it all
Done swam 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 sick cracker
Get back, dumb I ignore the hype
Click-clack, Yung if you flossin ice
Dawg, cross me twice, can't the price
It'll cost you, I'll off 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 feel I'm forced to fight
When the CHiPS are down like Ponch off his bike (AHHH!)
Of course my metaphors are awesome, right?
I got 'em in awe, my aura's like
What's poppin? Who diddy-boppin?
You really, now you all Common and really conscious
I ain't with that nonsense, I really pop shit
My gun stay cocked Biggie's optics
I, I stay but grown bitter
On your grave they're carvin "Fucked the wrong nigga"

I]
I write I kill a pen, leak its blood on the page
I breathe bars like oxygen locked my in a cage
get fucked on the stage
A pedophile unless I dig in the and fuck with somethin my age
Forever vow, to never smile 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 with melanin led 'em in the belly of the beast
You'll be missin until fishermen see corpse
be in Michigan stickin a chicken in my Michelin
ready to pigeon pitch from Switzerland to New York
I was whippin Bentleys before pictures up in the Source
I'm a gorillas behind these bars, on zoo shit
Shoot you while you're talkin on some news camera crew's
than flyin in past tense on some flu shit
Day-old flow, I drop new shit!
Exclusive! You want it in fact
I'll have the doctors operatin on the of your back
Tryin to your stomach intact
The spiritual you, leavin your body, he don't wanna go
That's when the tunnel go black; I send soul to the atmosphere
Fuck here, and your ringtone rap career!
It's Crooked I, the face of Eastside Beach
Put your ear to the street so you can hear my

Da 5'9"]
Nickel!
I hope know I'll show up to your show
I'll show up where you go, show up to do', fo's will explode
shells 'fore they hit the flo', I know niggaz
I got a open window flow, I air OUT
In the D used to call me Mayor Royce
Now they call me Clay
Guess "Sheeeeeeeeeeee-it"
Cause when it to them words you know I wear shit out
I write rhymes like, lines on a nose tray
Ice cold Ice Cube flow O'Shea
Ridin shotgun Chris Martin 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 played a tune of
More than my nigga Charles Hamilton Sonic
I niggaz up, clap niggaz up, scrap niggaz up
Either that or we slap niggaz up
dirt on you - right before I go
into my Maino 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 anal
I'm a lame-ophobe, matter fact my JumpOff
Can I keep (Why the fuck not!)
I was a teen, I used to pack a three-eighty
Now I'm spittin between Shady and Jay (ohh!)
I pull the down on my bitch and then wave
Cause the pussy Max B wavy when she ain't
I the booth smellin like somebody ain't sprayed
I would talk about but I ain't crazy
I'm like Marty goin back in time
and dissin his momma nigga you can't me

[Joe
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 even to the it's hard to I.D. it
Bars tremendous, in your best interest
I insist your men just, do your best Bush
Endless, move more two inches
My blood'll like I got a big skin cyst
So end or see me ma