Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterhouse

[Joell
I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up notch
Hip hop got my smothered
But be fine brother
My mind hovers all you jive suckers
Listen, word to my mother
You throw a at me
I'm throwing a back
is on a joint
Mine's whistling by top hat
Ya 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 of niggas lyin
They fifth is lyin in they second
Next door to some bullshit they
Ya'll be makin up that them little kids be buyin
I do everything my Penn like a Nittany lion
I gotta mention the streets on this song
To get in a nigga ass on these beats a thong, pause
Veterans me, the up and coming scared
The girls go? gPapi here's my underwear...
Never in a years I thought I'd be a rapper
But in less than a bars I knew I'd be a factor
I'm PS4 in HD and the is plasma
You're Atari with 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 it make cat's go crazy

[Nino
Fuck a lecture, tryin to be Pun's sucessor
That term's done fucka, what up
You is food
I'm about to pluck feathers, I'm young and clever,
Plus, under pressure, yup! who does this better?
Walk around with all on me like the front of Shredder

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 in hell during Ramadan
Whatever I'm rhymin' on, or whoever I em apart
on my pops, no fear in my heart
Shit, through it all
Done swam with the sharks, snapped fins with my
I'm all that, and a bag of the piff
Off a brick of mixed with acid hits
Like sick shit
Get dumb birds I ignore the hype
clack, Yung Berg if you flossin ice
Dog, cross me twice, can't the price
It'll cost you, I'll off your
You soft, I you I'm raw white
When I'm on this mic, the at Knight
wanna see mornin' light
And I feel like I'm forced to
When the chips are down Ponch fallin' of his bike
Of my metaphors are type awesome, right
I got em in awe, my Jordan like
What's really poppin', who's diddy
You was a
Now you all Common and conscious
I ain't with that nonsense
I really pop
My gun stay cocked like optics
I stay evolvin, but grown
On your grave they carvin? with the wrong nigga...

I:]
I write I kill a pen leak 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 somethin my age
Forever vow to never smile I'm at peace
Only when I'm the deceased like kiesh
Only when my enemies eternal organs are a in the feast
The dahmer melanin and let em in the belly of the beast
You'll be missin' till fisherman see corpse
be in Michigan stickin' a chickin
In my Michelin ready to pitch again
From Switzerland to New
I was Bently's before them pictures up in the Source
I'm a behind these bars, on some zoo shit
Shoot you while you're talkin, on some news camera shit
Sicker flying in past tense, on some flu shit
Day old asshole flow, I drop new
Exclusive, you don't want it in
I'll have the doctors operating on the of your back
to keep your stomach intact
The spiritual you, leavin your body he don't wanna go
when the tunnel go black
I'll send your soul to the
Fuck here, and your ring tone rap career
It's Crooked I, the face of east side Long
Put ear to the street, so you can hear 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 will shells
For they hit the
I know niggas
I got an open window
I air out
In the D' they used to call me Mayor
Now they me Clay Davis
why?

Cause when it come to them
You I wear shit out
I write rhymes white lines
On the tray
Ice cold, Ice Cube flow O'Shea
Riding gun with Chris Martin my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm down for the
Forever stay violent, better silent
Hammers hummin'
Like strummin' the mandolin or
of, I done played into the violence
More then my Charles Hamilton played Sonic
I wrap niggas up, 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 smell the scent of Berg on ya
Till it ain't no more, no dough
Get into his ass cause I opposed
I'm a anal probe
I'm a
Matter fact my Jumpoff can I keep goin?
(WHY THE NOT!)
When I was a teen, I to pack a .380
Now I'm spittin', between Shady and Jay
I pull da down on my bitch and then wave
Cause the pussy Max B wavy when she shave
I the booth smellin' like somebody ain't sprayed
I would about Kimbo but I ain't crazy
I'm Marty McFly
Goin back in time and dissin' his nigga you can't fade me

Budden:]
They say he a bastard for
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 to the producer it's hard to I.D. it
Bars tremendous, in your best interest
I insist your men just, do your Bish's rendish
Endless, move more then 2
My blood'll boil like I got a big cyst
So end this, or see me
Or see the speed of a
prima donna
That ain't hard to popppin' E in a Honda
hands like E. Honda, he a monster
I love war like my pet peeve kinda
But for us to even beef you should be
My gettin hard, I see vagina, PAUSE
Nah, rewind each each time
Speak mind and meet 9, mano e
it rains it pours grab a teflon poncho
You now fuckin' with Mouse, the head
Nigga I could fit your house in my
I walk around like ratchets been
Just me and the eagle, and the eagle eye
Closed casket, now you having a box,
over your head, dude's calling you crotch face
So could bump swag like us
But the next time rap's
Add this as a
nobody hit the pad like us
And get up in that ass
But the fags might
And poppin' tags is a must
I hit the and all I do is withdrawl
Chicks removing drawls
Now your is in awe
How you
Your jewels from a in the mall
You gon' another processor,
To process it, set it
I it!
So running around hot headed
Till you get hot
Till but your torso on you is prosthetic
Digest it, niggas is
Rap what you can't afford, ya'll got credit
All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, Bless &
Joe spell, NO L!