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 through the back window, I crept
as a mouse on a set while everybody in the house slept
I disconnect the phones and the rest find a knife
Cut the power lines to the lights now a nigga wild for the
I come like the living death, straight the dirt
Back to avenge his own on this earth

Ever of Jason, then you know my work
to the basement, the dog get it first
I help myself, my thoughts ain't my own
The voices in my head just won't leave me
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
on the car seats, flattenin' the wheels
So there's no from the fate 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 the chimney with care
With hopes that the police soon be here
I'm a

Yo, yo
Fuck knocking, the door, evict the four
out, "It's a stickup, hit the floor"
You fish cake niggas, Lipton off
Did your mama you, or Mrs. Paul's
Battle in session, up with it?
I talk like I with a fucked up pivot
Niggas out, "It's just us bitches"
Don't shoot, out the 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, like shoes, Doc
Velcro, when night falls
Central park joggers, bright clothes
Tae Bo, flo's lizard, centipede, snake
I'm a killer, I'm a
is the sound of a cow

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

Chew gum two double pump
Two cannons, piece by
school get dazed like 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
Tone rhyme, microphone sex line
time don't forget the TEC-9 step
Five digital, is critical
Bomb threat these individuals thats on
So you the ill est nigga in Nebraska? naw
It's the master, number sixteen, crasher, Flex

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

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