Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughterhouse

[Joell
Aiyyo what you said, 24 right?
cool, I got you

Uhh, I define - every time I rhyme
I climb up another notch, hip-hop got my smothered
But be fine brother - my mind hovers
above all you jive 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 but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of lyin
They fifth is lyin in the second drawer next door to some bullshit they
Y'all be makin up stories the kids is buyin
I do everything my Penn like a Nittany Lion
I ain't gotta mention the on a song
to get in a ass on these beats like a thong, pause
Veterans co-sign me, the scared
The pretty go "Papi, 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 2600 with a weak adapter
Between us the gap's so
I'm Gucci, Louis V; you're Gap, Old
I get coochie in the V, you no ladies
suburb, I'm gutter where the gats go crazy!

[Nino
Look, you know,
Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be Pun's
That done fucker, what up whatever
You birds is food, I'm to pluck some feathers
I'm young and clever, plus clutch under
Yup! Who does better?
Walk around medal all on me like the front of Shredder
I for cheddar you owe me
Leave holes in your vest open your chest like a sunken treasure
I'm somethin, like a
bombs for fun then dine in hell during Ramadan
Whatever I'm on or whoever
I tear 'em apart; on my pops
No, in my heart, shit, been through it all
Done swam with the sharks, snapped with my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the piff
off of a brick of hash mixed with acid hits sick cracker shit
Get back, dumb I ignore the hype
Click-clack, Berg'd 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 I'm on this mic
mourn at night, don't wanna see mornin light
And I feel I'm forced to fight
When the CHiPS are down like fallin off his bike (AHHH!)
Of my metaphors are tight awesome, right?
I got 'em in awe, my aura's Jordan
What's poppin? Who diddy-boppin?
You wasn't really, now you all Common and conscious
I ain't with that silly nonsense, I pop shit
My gun cocked like Biggie's optics
I, I stay evolvin but bitter
On your grave they're carvin "Fucked with the nigga"

I]
I write I kill 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 fuck somethin my age
Forever vow, to never smile when I'm at
Only when I'm the deceased like quiche
Only when my enemy's organs are a smorgasbord in a feast
The with melanin led 'em in the belly of the beast
You'll be missin fishermen see your corpse
I'll be in Michigan stickin a in my Michelin
ready to pigeon again from Switzerland to New York
I was Bentleys before them 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 flyin in past tense on some flu shit
asshole flow, I drop new shit!
Exclusive! You don't want it in
I'll have the operatin on the front of your back
Tryin to keep your intact
The spiritual you, leavin your body, he don't go back
That's when the go black; I send your soul to the atmosphere
outta here, and your ringtone rap career!
It's I, the face of Eastside Long Beach
Put ear to the street so you can hear my heartbeat

Da 5'9"]
Nickel!
I hope niggaz I'll show up to your show
show up where you go, show up to your do', fo's will explode
shells they hit the flo', I know niggaz know
I got a window flow, I air shit OUT
In the D they used to me Mayor Royce
Now they me Clay Davis
Guess "Sheeeeeeeeeeee-it"
Cause when it come to them words you I wear shit out
I rhymes like, white lines on a nose tray
Ice cold Ice Cube flow like
Ridin with Chris Martin my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm down for the
stay violent, better stay silent
Hammers stay hummin like strummin the mandolin
Speakin of, I done played a of violence
More my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic
I wrap niggaz up, clap up, scrap niggaz up
Either that or we gon' slap up
dirt on you - right before I go
into my Maino if I smell the scent of Yung Berg 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 JumpOff
Can I goin? (Why the fuck not!)
When I was a teen, I used to a three-eighty
Now I'm spittin sittin Shady and Jay (ohh!)
I pull the jeans on my bitch and then wave
Cause the Max B wavy when she ain't shave
I the booth smellin like somebody ain't sprayed
I would talk about Kimbo but I ain't
I'm like Marty McFly back in time
and his momma nigga you can't fade me

[Joe
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 it's to I.D. it
Bars tremendous, it's in your interest
I insist your men just, do your best Bush
Endless, more than two inches
My boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end or see me ma