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 hovers above all you suckers
Listen, that's to my mother
You throw a at me
I'm a shot back
Your's is on a
whistling by your top hat
Ya I'm cool but you and I'll cock back
Open the mac's and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and of niggas lyin
fifth is lyin in they second drawer
Next door to some they ironed
Ya'll be makin up that them little kids be buyin
I do everything my State like a Nittany lion
I ain't gotta the streets on this song
To get in a nigga ass on these like a thong, pause
Veterans co-sign me, the up and scared
The pretty go? gPapi here's my underwear...
Never in a years I thought I'd be a rapper
But in than 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 gap's so
I'm Gucci, Louis V, Gap, Old Navy
I get coochie in the V, you attract no
You're suburb, I'm gutter where it 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 pluck 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 your vest that'll 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, been 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 hash mixed with hits
Like cracker shit
Get dumb 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 told you I'm raw
When I'm on mic, the mourn at Knight
Don't wanna see light
And I feel like I'm forced to
When the chips are down like fallin' of his bike
Of course my metaphors are type awesome,
I got em in awe, my Jordan like
What's really poppin', who's diddy
You was a
Now you all Common and really
I ain't with silly nonsense
I pop shit
My gun stay cocked like Biggie's
I stay evolvin, but grown
On grave they carvin? gfucked with the wrong 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 on the stage, a pedophile
Unless I dig in the crates, and fuck with my age
Forever vow to never smile I'm at peace
Only I'm eatin' the deceased like kiesh
Only when my enemies eternal are a smorgasborg in the feast
The dahmer with and let em in the belly of the beast
be missin' till fisherman see your corpse
I'll be in Michigan stickin' a
In my Michelin ready to pigeon pitch
From to New York
I was whippin' Bently's them pictures up in the Source
I'm a gorilla behind these bars, on some zoo
Shoot you while you're talkin, on news camera crew shit
Sicker then flying in past tense, on some flu
Day old asshole flow, I drop new
Exclusive, you want it in fact
I'll have the operating on the front of your back
Tryin to keep your intact
The spiritual you, leavin your he don't wanna go back
That's when the go black
I'll send your to the atmosphere
Fuck outta here, and ring tone rap career
It's Crooked I, the face of east side Long
Put your ear to the street, so you can hear my

Da 5'9":]
I hope niggas
I'll show up to ya
show 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 to call me Mayor Royce
Now they call me Davis
Guess

Cause when it come to them
You know I wear out
I write rhymes like white
On the tray
Ice cold, Ice Cube flow O'Shea
shot gun with Chris Martin my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm down for the
stay violent, better stay silent
Hammers hummin'
Like strummin' the or violin
Speaking of, I played into the violence
More then my nigga Hamilton played Sonic
I wrap niggas up, clap niggas up, niggas up
that or we gon' slap niggas up
Dump dirt on you right before I go into my Maino
If I the scent of Yung 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 my nigga Jumpoff can I keep goin?
(WHY THE NOT!)
When I was a teen, I used to a .380
Now I'm spittin', sittin' between and Jay
I pull da down on my bitch and then wave
Cause the Max B wavy when she ain't shave
I leave the booth smellin' somebody ain't sprayed
I would talk Kimbo but I ain't crazy
I'm like Marty
Goin back in time and dissin' his momma nigga you fade me

Budden:]
They say he a for real
Then they see the ass on his
So they wonderin', why he so mad at the
I it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it
So even to the it's hard to I.D. it
tremendous, it's in your best interest
I insist your men just, do your best Bish's
Endless, more then 2 inches
My blood'll like I got a big skin cyst
So end this, or see me
Or see the speed of a
Underground prima
That ain't hard to find popppin' E in a
hands like E. Honda, he a monster
I war it's like my pet peeve kinda
But for us to even beef you should be
My dick hard, I see vagina, PAUSE
Nah, rewind line each time
Speak mind and meet 9, e mano
When it rains it pours grab a teflon
You now fuckin' with Mouse, the honcho
Nigga I could fit house in my condo
I walk like ratchets been legalized
me and the desert eagle, and the eagle eye
Closed casket, now you a box, wait
Zipper over head, dude's calling you crotch face
So ya'll could bump like us
But the next time discussed
Add as a plus
nobody hit the pad like us
And get up in that ass
But the might bust
And since poppin' tags is a
I hit the and all I do is withdrawl
Chicks removing drawls
Now crew is in awe
How you
Your from 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 afford, ya'll must got credit
All you gotta know is I, Royce, Bless & Joell
Joe spell, NO L!