Luyện nghe bài hát Cereal Killer

Yeah, murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
I'm to kill

Slowly I turn, step by step the back window, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set while in the house slept
I disconnect the and the rest find a butcher knife
Cut the power lines to the now a nigga wild for the night
I come the living death, straight from the dirt
Back to avenge his own death on this

Ever heard of Jason, you know my work
Down to the basement, the dog get it
I help myself, my thoughts ain't my own
The in my head just won't leave me alone
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
on the car seats, flattenin' the wheels
So there's no escape from the that awaits
No one to witness the horror place

Yeah, now I'm on my way up the
To the on my prey unaware
Heads will be hung from the chimney with
With hopes that the police will be here
I'm a

Yo, yo
Fuck knocking, kick the door, the four
out, "It's a stickup, hit the floor"
You cake niggas, stay Lipton off
Did your name you, or Mrs. Paul's
Battle in session, what's up it?
I talk like I walk with a up pivot
scream out, "It's just us bitches"
Don't shoot, out the booth

I aim at your party, hit the group, "Happy birth"
Niggas done snap, runnin' back
Ducking, brick walls, get
So run laps, for I you
Bust out the size, like shoes, Doc
Turn Velcro, night falls
park joggers, wear bright clothes
Tae Bo, five flo's lizard, centipede,
I'm a killer, I'm a
This is the of a cow

Yo, yo
I on backs like Mr. Bentley, after P P P strips you empty
Gather around, for rapid sound fourth of was three months ago
Shoulda pad 'em no one will fold both thumbs
And eight fingers to square with Joe
Tongue below one, spit dumb,
For white boys to on
So whatchu, whatchu, want?

Chew spearmint gum two pump
Two cannons, by piece
Your school get like G by G
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
Take and screws out ferris wheels
If you ain't Missy, no bills
Body, you and supermarket, no

Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,

Doc hold my coat, I'm to go low
Titanic MC rock the meth
Tone deaf rhyme, sex line
time don't forget the TEC-9 step
Five digital, is critical
Bomb threat these individuals on deck
So you the ill est nigga in Hell naw
the master, number sixteen, party crasher, Flex

I too much, I drink too much
My crew don't really give two fucks, about you
We over here Shaolin', what, combust
I smoke a bag of dust, what a rush, cigar be the dutch
Method Man and Redman, and Hutch
I crush can't trust niggas, niggas can't trust me
I'm a

Cereal, killer
Cereal, cereal
Cereal, killer
Cereal, killer