Luyện nghe bài hát Cereal Killer

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

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 to the lights now a nigga wild for the night
I like the living death, straight from the dirt
Back to his own death on this earth

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

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

Yo, yo
Fuck knocking, the door, evict the four
out, "It's a stickup, hit the floor"
You cake niggas, stay Lipton off
Did your mama name you, or Mrs.
Battle in session, what's up it?
I talk like I walk a fucked up pivot
Niggas scream out, "It's us bitches"
shoot, out the phone booth

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

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

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

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

Doc my coat, I'm 'bout to go low
Titanic MC rock the meth
deaf rhyme, microphone sex line
Next time don't forget the step
digital, context is critical
Bomb threat these thats on deck
So you the ill est nigga in Hell naw
It's the master, number sixteen, party crasher,

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

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