Luyện nghe bài hát Loud Noises

Life me lemons
I back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get electrocuted, executed by an of my flow
Too quick for the human eye to zooming by
Guess who, what's guys?
They told me to shit, I fell off pot
Hopped right back up on that and I
Said "fuck it" a capital I
Look who's back to
You don't like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little and die
You right back like a on my dick grabbing at my shit,
Better get to the of the line
You wanna get your shot at me kinda crap is that
Battle, what kind of
I be before I let another rapper think he's hot
I'll bury my in his stinky twat and go ala la la la
Girl my head is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind
That's why I ain't about you,
I don't got time and I told you a times
So how can I the time to put an alkaline battery
In Royce's back and at the same time put Juice in
Slaughterhouse is signed

Slaughterhouse!

I'm a villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics killing
Then I let you witness shit when it hit the
The niggas willing to give the the sickest feeling
Like mixing Benadryl and penicillin
I'm filling the clip with a written
Can you my pistol drilling?
A million women and children I'm illing
But it real, it's a rap
On the real, it's a
How could you possibly the Apocalypse
When I'm atomic bombing the
the metropolis hostile as a kid
Popping the at his moms and his pops
Then he hops in his drop with his rocking the Slaughterish
and lyrics I write with confidence
Write like a slash novelist
I'm in game to demolish, establish my dominance
prominent rappers you popping shit till you opposite
I can spit ominous so spit now
I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac of hip hop genre,
Bitch!

Slaughterhouse!

Lyrically I'm a cocaine
Ability told brain it's a no bout boy
Physically I'm literally a cowboy
Wait wait, did I just go almost bars
talking about my big dick?
The day me and your thick bitch had a great day and we ate cake
And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she
Cause she couldn't my shit, wait I sweared
Irony of Ryan is I am
While I'm rhyming standing beside a big old white
one of us fight fair,
You are literally looking at and Wesley in a movie
With a boy ain't got to jump no where 'cause I'm here
Nigga I'm on fire yeah and I'm every dream
One, two I'm for you, I'm a big old (big old) nightmare!
Nigga the slaughter stepping up
I'll pretty much slap ass and tell you to shut the fuck up
After that I'll slap ass again
And tell you to the fuck up shutting up
And how you body a fucking beat

Slaughterhouse!

I be the one that goes slow
Get a stopwatch, clock my
Hit the button on top the drug drop
O O dot dot O,
When I drop I go outer
Blackout like Darth Vader's
Placed in a shower
Say something and get them
poppa pouring out vodka
Mama Mia, 'em' me the seeds
It's a that's in the Slaughterhouse casa
Better jet boy go home, yet boy G four chrome,
jet boy, Mark Sanchez, Santanio Holmes
I'm not just any old
Sitting in a lab up a pad
I be spitting bad, I'ma get you mad with this I have
Lord suffering succotash when the trigger blast
I'ma put your on your fitted hat
the liquor at? Sip of yak
That bitch and a track I'ma get into that
Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I to the West
Like tired of living at
New York here's a ride to the motherland
Hold on brother man, on the other get down
I'm gutter fam, gun butt you the Eagle handle Cunningham
I don't talk, I just wanna beef
I don't want a piece, I it all baby boy
I don't wanna eat, I wanna feast up you rough piece of
You done weak, I'm the one,

Slaughterhouse!

Insane they call us
How you to the game
But you probably shouldn't have came to the
Every bar like for the sawed-off, used ya hand to forge you
Eminem, Mr. Porter, my cinnamon's imminent torture
All of you feminine marauders, women at war
Men will assault you, time is a bastard of sorter?
your trembling daughter, at least a quarter
I'm administering supporters, got an more like Sodom and Gomorrah
something's wrong with me
Claiming a quantity of the porn I see on the to me
When I fix the game they'll think shit came with a
How the are they gonna stop when I was born to be
Corner me, belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me
Or sit your fagot ass right in dormancy
Wait, all you missing is to be Ru Paul
Ain't nobody that's real knew y'all
Second to none and I'm dealing Marshall
This time I never down, deal with the blue balls
You ain't gotta fear me but you'll me
who never met me threaten me, want to Gillete me
Coming off soft, I got some
Swinging spaghetti like it's heavy some said he an ESPY
In a Chevy like Andretti, put the where his chest be

Slaughterhouse!