Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterhouse

[Joell
I gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch
Hip hop got my smothered
But be fine brother
My hovers above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's to my mother
You a shot at me
I'm throwing a back
is on a joint
Mine's by your top hat
Ya 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 lyin
They fifth is in they second drawer
Next door to some bullshit they
Ya'll be makin up stories that them little kids be
I do everything my State like a Nittany lion
I ain't gotta mention the streets on song
To get in a nigga ass on these like a thong, pause
co-sign me, the up and coming scared
The pretty go? gPapi here's my underwear...
Never in a 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
Atari 2600 with a weak adapter
Between us the so crazy
I'm Gucci, V, you're Gap, Old Navy
I get coochie in the V, you attract no
suburb, I'm gutter where it make cat's go crazy

[Nino
Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be sucessor
That term's done fucka, up whatever
You bird's is
I'm about to some feathers, I'm young and clever,
Plus, clutch under pressure, yup! who does this
Walk around with metal all on me like the front of

I for cheddar, you owe me
Leave in your vest that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure
I'm somethin' a phenomenon
Droppin' bombs for fun then dining in during Ramadan
I'm rhymin' on, or whoever I tear em apart
Swear on my pops, no fear in my
Shit, been it all
Done with the sharks, snapped fins with my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest
Off a brick of hash mixed with hits
sick cracker shit
Get back dumb I ignore the hype
Click clack, Yung if you flossin ice
Dog, cross me twice, can't the price
It'll cost you, off your life
You soft, I you I'm raw white
When I'm on this mic, the at Knight
Don't wanna see light
And I feel like I'm forced to
When the chips are down like Ponch of his bike
Of my metaphors are type awesome, right
I got em in awe, my aura's Jordan
really poppin', who's diddy boppin'
You was a
Now you all Common and conscious
I ain't with that nonsense
I really pop
My gun cocked like Biggie's optics
I stay evolvin, but bitter
On your grave they carvin? gfucked the wrong nigga...

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I don't write I kill a pen his blood on the page
I bars, like oxygen locked my lungs in a cage
Instrumentals get fucked on the stage, a
Unless I dig in the crates, and fuck with my age
vow to never smile when I'm at peace
Only when I'm eatin' the like kiesh
Only when my enemies eternal organs are a in the feast
The with melanin and let em in the belly of the beast
You'll be missin' till see your corpse
I'll be in Michigan stickin' a
In my Michelin ready to pigeon pitch
Switzerland to New York
I was Bently's before them pictures up in the Source
I'm a gorilla behind these bars, on some zoo
Shoot you while you're talkin, on some news camera shit
Sicker then flying in tense, on some flu shit
Day old asshole flow, I new shit
Exclusive, you don't it in fact
I'll have the doctors operating on the front of back
Tryin to your stomach intact
The spiritual you, leavin your body he don't go back
That's when the tunnel go
I'll send your soul to the
Fuck outta here, and ring tone rap career
It's Crooked I, the face of side Long Beach
Put your ear to the street, so you can my heartbeat

Da 5'9":]
I hope niggas
I'll show up to ya
I'll up where you go
Show up to ya
4's explode shells
For hit the flo'
I know know
I got an open window
I air out
In the D' they used to call me Royce
Now they call me Clay
Guess

Cause when it come to them
You I wear shit out
I write rhymes like lines
On the nose
Ice cold, Ice Cube flow like
Riding shot gun with Chris my DJ
Not the boy, but I'm down for the Coldplay
stay violent, better stay silent
Hammers stay
strummin' the mandolin or violin
Speaking of, I done played into the
then my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic
I niggas up, clap niggas up, scrap niggas up
that or we gon' slap niggas up
Dump on you right before I go into my Maino mode
If I the scent of Yung Berg on ya
Till it no more, ain't no dough
Get into his ass cause I opposed
I'm a living probe
I'm a
Matter fact my nigga Jumpoff can I goin?
(WHY THE NOT!)
I was a teen, I used to pack a .380
Now I'm spittin', between Shady and Jay
I pull da jeans down on my and then wave
Cause the pussy Max B wavy when she shave
I the booth smellin' like somebody ain't sprayed
I talk about Kimbo but I ain't crazy
I'm like Marty
Goin back in time and dissin' his momma nigga you can't me

[Joe
say he a bastard for real
Then see the ass on his girl
So wonderin', why he so mad at the world
I it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it
So even to the producer hard to I.D. it
Bars tremendous, it's in best interest
I insist men just, do your best Bish's rendish
Endless, move more 2 inches
My boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end this, or see me
Or see the of a llama
prima donna
That hard to find popppin' E in a Honda
With like E. Honda, he a monster
I love war it's my pet peeve kinda
But for us to even beef you be honored
My gettin hard, I see vagina, PAUSE
Nah, rewind each line time
Speak mind and 9, mano e mano
When it rains it grab a teflon poncho
You now with Mouse, the head honcho
Nigga I could fit your in my condo
I walk around like ratchets been
Just me and the desert eagle, and the eye
Closed casket, now you a box, wait
Zipper your head, dude's calling you crotch face
So ya'll bump swag like us
But the time rap's discussed
Add this as a
nobody hit the pad like us
And would get up in ass
But the might bust
And since poppin' tags is a
I hit the and all I do is withdrawl
Chicks they drawls
Now crew is in awe
How you
Your jewels from a in the mall
You gon' need processor,
To it, I'll set it
I it!
So keep around hot headed
Till you get hot
Till everything but your torso on you is
it, niggas is pie-thetic
Rap what you can't afford, ya'll got credit
All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, & Joell
Joe spell, NO L!