Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterhouse

[Joell
I define gutter, I rhyme I climb up another notch
Hip hop got my smothered
But be fine brother
My mind above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my
You throw a at me
I'm throwing a back
is on a joint
Mine's by your top hat
Ya I'm but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of lyin
They fifth is in they second drawer
Next door to some bullshit they
be makin up stories that them little kids be buyin
I do everything my Penn State a Nittany lion
I ain't gotta mention the streets on this
To get in a nigga ass on these like a thong, pause
Veterans co-sign me, the up and coming
The pretty go? gPapi here's my underwear...
Never in a hundred years I I'd be a rapper
But in less than a hundred bars I I'd be a factor
I'm PS4 in HD and the screen is
You're Atari 2600 a weak adapter
us the gap's so crazy
I'm Gucci, V, you're Gap, Old Navy
I get in the V, you attract no ladies
You're suburb, I'm gutter it make cat's go crazy

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

I for cheddar, you owe me
Leave holes in vest that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure
I'm like a phenomenon
Droppin' for fun then dining in hell during Ramadan
Whatever I'm rhymin' on, or whoever I em apart
Swear on my pops, no fear in my
Shit, through it all
Done swam with the sharks, snapped fins 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 birds I ignore the hype
Click clack, Yung Berg if you ice
Dog, cross me twice, afford the price
It'll you, I'll off your life
You soft, I you I'm raw white
When I'm on this mic, the mourn at
Don't wanna see mornin'
And I feel I'm forced to fight
When the chips are down like Ponch fallin' of his
Of course my are type awesome, right
I got em in awe, my aura's like
really poppin', who's diddy boppin'
You was a
Now you all Common and really
I ain't that silly nonsense
I really pop
My gun stay cocked like Biggie's
I evolvin, but grown bitter
On your grave they carvin? gfucked with the nigga...

I:]
I don't I kill a pen leak his blood on the page
I breathe bars, like oxygen my lungs in a cage
Instrumentals get fucked on the stage, a
Unless I dig in the crates, and fuck with my age
Forever vow to smile when I'm at peace
when I'm eatin' the deceased like kiesh
Only my enemies eternal organs are a smorgasborg in the feast
The dahmer with and let em in the belly of the beast
You'll be till fisherman see your corpse
I'll be in stickin' a chickin
In my Michelin ready to pitch again
Switzerland to New York
I was whippin' before them pictures up in the Source
I'm a gorilla these bars, on some zoo shit
Shoot you while you're talkin, on some news crew shit
Sicker then 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 on the front of your back
to keep your stomach intact
The spiritual you, leavin body he don't wanna go back
That's when the tunnel go
send your soul to the atmosphere
Fuck here, and your ring tone rap career
It's Crooked I, the of east 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 show up you go
up to ya door
4's will shells
For hit the flo'
I niggas know
I got an window flow
I air out
In the D' used to call me Mayor Royce
Now they call me Clay
Guess

Cause when it come to words
You know I wear out
I rhymes like white lines
On the tray
Ice cold, Ice Cube like O'Shea
shot gun with Chris Martin my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm for the Coldplay
Forever stay violent, better stay
Hammers stay
Like strummin' the or violin
Speaking of, I done played into the
More then my nigga Charles Hamilton played
I wrap niggas up, clap niggas up, scrap up
Either that or we slap niggas up
Dump dirt on you right before I go into my mode
If I the scent of Yung Berg on ya
Till it ain't no more, no dough
Get into his ass I ain't opposed
I'm a living anal
I'm a
Matter fact my nigga Jumpoff can I goin?
(WHY THE NOT!)
When I was a teen, I to pack a .380
Now I'm spittin', sittin' Shady and Jay
I pull da jeans on my bitch and then wave
Cause the pussy Max B wavy she ain't shave
I leave the booth smellin' like 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

Budden:]
They say he a bastard for
Then see the ass on his girl
So they wonderin', why he so mad at the
I it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it
So even to the producer hard to I.D. it
tremendous, it's in your best interest
I your men just, do your best Bish's rendish
Endless, move then 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 ain't hard to find E in a Honda
hands like E. Honda, he a monster
I war it's like my pet peeve kinda
But for us to beef you should be honored
My dick gettin hard, I see vagina,
Nah, each line each time
Speak mind and meet 9, mano e
When it it pours grab a teflon poncho
You now with Mouse, the head honcho
Nigga I fit your house in my condo
I walk around like ratchets legalized
Just me and the eagle, and the eagle eye
casket, now you having a box, wait
Zipper over your head, dude's calling you face
So ya'll could bump swag us
But the next time rap's
Add this as a
Don't hit the pad like us
And get up in that ass
But the might bust
And since poppin' is a must
I hit the bank and all I do is
Chicks removing they
Now your is in awe
How you
Your jewels a cubicle in the mall
You need another processor,
To process it, set it
I it!
So keep around hot headed
you get hot leaded
Till everything but torso on you is prosthetic
Digest it, niggas is
Rap what you can't afford, ya'll must got
All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, & Joell
Joe spell, NO L!