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

heard of Jason, then you know my work
to the basement, the dog get it first
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,
Pissing on the car seats, the wheels
So there's no escape the fate that awaits
No one to witness the horror place

Yeah, now I'm on my way up the
To the bedroom on my prey
Heads will be hung from the chimney care
With that the police 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 I walk with a fucked up pivot
Niggas scream out, "It's us bitches"
shoot, out the phone booth

I aim at your party, hit the group, "Happy birth"
done snap, runnin' hunch back
Ducking, brick walls, get
So run laps, for I you
Bust out the size, like shoes, Doc
Turn Velcro, when night
Central park joggers, wear clothes
Tae Bo, five flo's lizard, centipede,
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 will fold thumbs
And fingers to square with Joe Young
Tongue one, spit dumb, moron
For white boys to on
So whatchu, whatchu, whatchu

Chew spearmint gum two pump
Two cannons, piece by
Your get dazed like G by G
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
Take nuts and out ferris wheels
If you Missy, payin' 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 deaf rhyme, sex line
Next time don't the TEC-9 step
Five digital, is critical
Bomb threat these thats on deck
So you the ill est nigga in Nebraska? naw
It's the master, number sixteen, party crasher,

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

Cereal, killer
Cereal, killer
Cereal, killer
Cereal, killer