Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterhouse

[Joell
Aiyyo Joey what you said, 24
cool, I got you

Uhh, I define gutter - every I rhyme
I up another notch, hip-hop got my spine smothered
But I'll be brother - my mind hovers
all you jive suckers wishin, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me, I'm throwin a shot
Yours is on a joint, whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you and I'll cock back
the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of lyin
fifth is lyin in the second drawer next door to some bullshit they iron
Y'all be makin up stories the little is buyin
I do everything my Penn State like a Nittany
I gotta mention the streets on a song
to get in a ass on these beats like a thong, pause
Veterans me, the up-and-comers scared
The pretty girls go "Papi, my underwear!"
Never in a hundred 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
Atari 2600 with a weak adapter
Between us the gap's so
I'm Gucci, V; you're Gap, Old Navy
I get in the V, you attract no ladies
You're suburb, I'm gutter the gats go crazy!

Bless]
Look, you know,
Fuck a lecture, tryin to be Pun's successor
That term's done fucker, up whatever
You is food, I'm about to pluck some feathers
I'm young and clever, plus clutch pressure
Yup! Who does this
Walk around with medal all on me like the front of
I lust for you owe me
Leave holes in your vest that'll open your chest like a sunken
I'm somethin, like a
bombs for fun then dine in hell during Ramadan
Whatever I'm rhymin on or
I tear 'em apart; on my pops
No, fear in my heart, shit, through it all
Done with the sharks, snapped fins with my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the piff
off of a brick of mixed with acid hits like sick cracker shit
Get back, dumb birds I ignore the
Click-clack, Yung if you flossin ice
Dawg, me twice, can't afford the price
It'll cost you, off your life!
You soft, I told you I'm raw white when I'm on mic
mourn at night, don't wanna see mornin light
And I feel like I'm forced to
When the CHiPS are down like Ponch fallin off his (AHHH!)
Of my metaphors are tight awesome, right?
I got 'em in awe, my aura's Jordan
What's poppin? Who diddy-boppin?
You really, now you all Common and really conscious
I ain't with that silly nonsense, I pop shit
My gun stay cocked Biggie's optics
I, I evolvin but grown bitter
On your they're carvin "Fucked with the wrong nigga"

I]
I don't write I a pen, leak its 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 with somethin my age
Forever vow, to smile when I'm at peace
Only when I'm eatin the deceased quiche
Only when my enemy's organs are a smorgasbord in a feast
The Dahmer with melanin led 'em in the of the beast
You'll be missin until fishermen see your
be in Michigan stickin a chicken in my Michelin
ready to pigeon pitch again from to New York
I was whippin Bentleys before pictures up in the Source
I'm a gorillas behind these bars, on zoo shit
Shoot you while you're talkin on news camera crew's shit
Sicker than flyin in past on some flu shit
Day-old asshole flow, I new shit!
Exclusive! You don't it in fact
I'll the doctors operatin on the front of your back
to keep your stomach intact
The spiritual you, leavin your body, he don't wanna go
That's when the tunnel go black; I send soul to the atmosphere
outta here, and your ringtone rap career!
It's I, the face of Eastside Long Beach
Put your ear to the street so you can hear my

Da 5'9"]
Nickel!
I niggaz know I'll show up to your show
I'll show up where you go, up to your do', fo's will explode
'fore they hit the flo', I know niggaz know
I got a open flow, I air shit OUT
In the D used to call me Mayor Royce
Now they call me Clay
Guess "Sheeeeeeeeeeee-it"
Cause when it come to them you know I wear shit out
I write rhymes like, lines on a nose tray
Ice cold Ice Cube like O'Shea
Ridin shotgun Chris Martin my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm down for the
Forever violent, better stay silent
stay hummin like strummin the mandolin violin
Speakin of, I done a tune of violence
than my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic
I wrap niggaz up, clap up, scrap niggaz up
Either that or we gon' niggaz up
Dump dirt on you - before I go
into my Maino mode if I smell the scent of Yung on ya
'Til it ain't no mo', no dough
Get into his ass cause I opposed, I'm a livin anal probe
I'm a lame-ophobe, matter fact my nigga
Can I keep (Why the fuck not!)
When I was a teen, I to pack a three-eighty
Now I'm spittin sittin Shady and Jay (ohh!)
I pull the down on my bitch and then wave
Cause the pussy Max B wavy she ain't shave
I leave the booth like somebody ain't sprayed
I would talk about but I ain't crazy
I'm like Marty McFly goin back in
and dissin his momma nigga you fade me

Budden]
They say he a bastard for real, they see the ass on his girl
So they wonderin, he so mad at the world?
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 best interest
I insist your men just, do your best Bush
Endless, move than two inches
My blood'll boil I got a big skin cyst
So end or see me ma