Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterhouse

[Joell
I define gutter, I rhyme I climb up another notch
Hip hop got my smothered
But I'll be fine
My hovers above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my
You throw a at me
I'm a shot back
is on a joint
Mine's whistling by top hat
Ya I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock
the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm and tired of niggas lyin
They fifth is lyin in they drawer
door to some bullshit they ironed
Ya'll be makin up that them little kids be buyin
I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany
I ain't mention the streets on this song
To get in a ass on these beats 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 than a hundred I knew I'd be a factor
I'm PS4 in HD and the is plasma
You're Atari 2600 with a adapter
Between us the so crazy
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 make go crazy

Bless:]
Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be Pun's
term's done fucka, what up whatever
You is food
I'm to pluck some feathers, I'm young and clever,
Plus, clutch under pressure, yup! who does this
Walk around metal all on me like the front of Shredder

I for cheddar, you owe me
Leave holes in your that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure
I'm somethin' like a
Droppin' bombs for fun then dining in hell during
Whatever I'm rhymin' on, or whoever I tear em
on my pops, no fear in my heart
Shit, been it all
Done with the sharks, snapped fins with my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the piff
Off a brick of hash mixed with hits
Like cracker shit
Get back birds I ignore the hype
Click clack, Yung Berg if you ice
Dog, me twice, can't afford the price
It'll cost you, I'll off life
You soft, I you I'm raw white
I'm on this mic, the mourn at Knight
Don't wanna see mornin'
And I feel I'm forced to fight
the chips are down like Ponch fallin' of his bike
Of course my metaphors are 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 really
I ain't with that nonsense
I pop shit
My gun stay like Biggie's optics
I stay evolvin, but bitter
On your grave they carvin? gfucked 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 somethin my age
vow to never smile when I'm at peace
Only when I'm the deceased like kiesh
Only my enemies eternal organs are a smorgasborg in the feast
The with melanin and let em in the belly of the beast
You'll be missin' till fisherman see your
be in Michigan stickin' a chickin
In my Michelin to pigeon pitch again
Switzerland to New York
I was whippin' Bently's before them pictures up in the
I'm a behind these bars, on some zoo shit
Shoot you while you're talkin, on news camera crew shit
Sicker then flying in tense, on some flu shit
Day old asshole flow, I drop new
Exclusive, you want it in fact
have the doctors operating on the front of your back
Tryin to keep your stomach
The spiritual you, your body he don't wanna go back
That's when the go black
I'll send your soul to the
Fuck outta here, and your ring tone rap
It's Crooked I, the face of east side Long
Put your ear to the street, so you can my heartbeat

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

Cause it come to them words
You know I shit out
I write rhymes like lines
On the tray
Ice cold, Ice Cube like O'Shea
Riding shot gun with Martin my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm down for the
Forever violent, better stay silent
Hammers hummin'
strummin' the mandolin or violin
Speaking of, I done played into the
More then my nigga 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 Yung on ya
Till it no more, ain't no dough
Get into his ass cause I ain't
I'm a living probe
I'm a
Matter fact my nigga Jumpoff can I keep
(WHY THE NOT!)
When I was a teen, I used to a .380
Now I'm spittin', between Shady and Jay
I da jeans down on my bitch and then wave
Cause the pussy Max B when she ain't shave
I leave the booth smellin' like somebody ain't
I would talk about Kimbo but I ain't
I'm like McFly
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 wonderin', why he so mad at the world
I it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it
So even to the producer it's to I.D. it
tremendous, it's in your best interest
I insist your men just, do your Bish's rendish
Endless, move more 2 inches
My blood'll boil 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 popppin' E in a Honda
With like E. Honda, he a monster
I love war like my pet peeve kinda
But for us to even beef you be honored
My gettin hard, I see vagina, PAUSE
Nah, rewind line each time
Speak mind and 9, mano e mano
When it it pours grab a teflon poncho
You now with Mouse, the head honcho
Nigga I could fit your house in my
I around like ratchets been legalized
Just me and the eagle, and the eagle eye
Closed casket, now you having a box,
Zipper over head, dude's calling you crotch face
So ya'll could bump 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 poppin' tags is a must
I hit the bank and all I do is
Chicks they drawls
Now your is in awe
How you
Your jewels from a in the mall
You gon' another processor,
To it, I'll set it
I it!
So keep running hot headed
you get hot leaded
Till but your torso on you is prosthetic
it, niggas is pie-thetic
Rap what you afford, ya'll must got credit
All you know is Crooked I, Royce, Bless & Joell
Joe spell, NO L!