Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterhouse

[Joell
I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another
Hip hop got my smothered
But be fine brother
My hovers above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my
You a shot at me
I'm a shot back
is on a joint
Mine's by your top hat
Ya I'm cool but you violate and I'll back
Open the mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm and tired of niggas lyin
fifth is lyin in they second drawer
Next door to some they ironed
be makin up stories that them little kids be buyin
I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany
I ain't gotta the streets on this song
To get in a ass on these beats like a thong, pause
Veterans co-sign me, the up and coming
The pretty go? gPapi here's my underwear...
in a hundred 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 screen is
You're Atari 2600 with a adapter
us the gap's so crazy
I'm Gucci, Louis V, Gap, Old Navy
I get in the V, you attract no ladies
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 fucka, what up whatever
You bird's is
I'm about to some feathers, I'm young and clever,
Plus, clutch pressure, yup! who does this better?
Walk with metal all on me like the front of Shredder

I for cheddar, you owe me
Leave holes in your vest that'll open your like a sunken treasure
I'm somethin' like a
Droppin' for fun then dining in hell during Ramadan
I'm rhymin' on, or whoever I tear em apart
Swear on my pops, no in my heart
Shit, been it all
Done swam the sharks, snapped fins with my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the piff
Off a brick of hash mixed with acid
Like sick cracker
Get back dumb birds I the hype
Click clack, Berg if you flossin ice
Dog, me twice, can't afford the price
cost you, I'll off your life
You soft, I you I'm raw white
When I'm on this mic, the mourn at
wanna see mornin' light
And I like I'm forced to fight
When the chips are down like Ponch fallin' of his
Of course my metaphors are awesome, right
I got em in awe, my Jordan like
What's really poppin', who's boppin'
You was a
Now you all and really conscious
I with that silly nonsense
I really pop
My gun stay cocked like optics
I stay evolvin, but bitter
On grave they carvin? gfucked with the wrong nigga...

I:]
I don't write I a pen leak his blood on the page
I breathe bars, like oxygen my lungs in a cage
get fucked on the stage, a pedophile
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 smorgasborg in the
The dahmer with melanin and let em in the of the beast
You'll be missin' till fisherman see corpse
I'll be in Michigan a chickin
In my Michelin ready to pitch again
From to New York
I was whippin' Bently's before them pictures up in the
I'm a gorilla behind bars, on some zoo shit
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 want it in fact
I'll the doctors operating on the front of your back
Tryin to keep your stomach
The spiritual you, leavin your he don't wanna go back
when the tunnel go black
I'll send soul to the atmosphere
Fuck outta here, and your ring rap career
It's Crooked I, the face of east side Beach
Put your ear to the street, so you can hear my

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

Cause it come to them words
You know I shit out
I write rhymes like lines
On the nose
Ice cold, Ice Cube flow O'Shea
Riding shot gun with Chris my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm for the Coldplay
Forever stay violent, stay silent
Hammers stay
strummin' the mandolin or violin
Speaking of, I done played into the
then my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic
I wrap niggas up, clap up, scrap niggas up
Either that or we gon' niggas up
Dump dirt on you right before I go my Maino mode
If I smell the of Yung Berg on ya
Till it ain't no more, ain't no
Get into his ass cause I ain't
I'm a living anal
I'm a
fact my nigga Jumpoff can I keep 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 bitch and then
Cause the pussy Max B wavy when she ain't
I leave the booth smellin' like somebody ain't
I talk about Kimbo but I ain't crazy
I'm like McFly
Goin in time and dissin' his momma nigga you can't fade me

[Joe
say he a bastard 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 producer hard to I.D. it
Bars tremendous, it's in your best
I insist your men just, do best Bish's rendish
Endless, more then 2 inches
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 to find popppin' E in a Honda
With hands like E. Honda, he a
I war it's like my pet peeve kinda
But for us to even you should be honored
My dick gettin hard, I see vagina,
Nah, rewind line each time
Speak and meet 9, mano e mano
When it rains it pours a teflon poncho
You now with Mouse, the head honcho
Nigga I could fit house in my condo
I walk around ratchets been legalized
Just me and the eagle, and the eagle eye
Closed casket, now you a box, wait
Zipper over head, dude's calling you crotch face
So ya'll bump swag like us
But the next rap's discussed
Add as a plus
Don't nobody hit the pad us
And get up in that ass
But the fags might
And since poppin' tags is a
I hit the and all I do is withdrawl
Chicks they drawls
Now your is in awe
How you
Your jewels from a in the mall
You gon' need processor,
To process it, set it
I it!
So keep running around hot
you get hot leaded
Till everything but your on you is prosthetic
it, niggas is pie-thetic
Rap what you afford, ya'll must got credit
All you gotta know is I, Royce, Bless & Joell
Joe spell, NO L!