Luyện nghe bài hát Cereal Killer

Yeah, yeah...
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill (I'm to kill [echoes])

[Verse Method Man]
Slowly I turn, by step
the backwindow, I crept
Silent as a on a set
While everybody in the slept,
I the phones and the rest
Find a
Cut the power lines to the
Now a wild for the night
I come like the living death, straight the dirt
to avenge his own death on this earth
Ever heard of Jason, then you know my
to the basement, the dog get it first
I can't help myself, my ain't my own
The voices in my head won't leave me alone
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
Pissing on the car seats, the wheels
So there's no from the fate that awaits
No one to witness the horror taking
Yeah, now I'm on my way up the
To the bedroom on my unaware
Heads will be hung the chimney with care
hopes that the police soon will be here
I'm a killer!

[Verse Redman]
Yo, yo
Fuck knocking, the door, evict the four
out: "It's a stickup, hit the floor!"
You cake niggas, stay Lipton off
Did mama name you, or Mrs. Paul's
in session, what's up with it?
I talk like I walk a fucked up pivot
Niggas scream "It's just us bitches!"
shoot, out the phonebooth
I aim at your party, hit the group
"Happy birth..." ow, ow, ow, ow
Niggas snap, runnin' hunch back
Ducking, walls, get thumbtacked
So run laps, for I you
Bust out the size, like shoes, Doc
Turn velcro, when night
Central park joggers, bright clothes
Tae bo, five
Lizard, Centipede,
I'm a killer!

Cereal, killer (This is the sound of a cow: Howl)
Cereal, killer

[Verse Three:
Yo, yo
I walk on like Mr. Bentley,
After strips you empty
Gather around, for sound
of July was three months ago, shoulda pad 'em down
No one will fold both
And fingers to square with Joe Young
Tongue one, spit dumb, moron
For boys to snowboard on
So whatchu, whatchu, want?
Chew spearmint gum two pump
Two cannons, piece by
Your school get like G by G
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
nuts 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, kill (Cereal, killer)

[Verse Four: Method
Doc my coat, I'm 'bout to go low
MC rock the boat meth
Tone deaf rhyme, microphone sex
Next time don't the TEC-9
Step, digital, context is critical
Bomb threat these thats on deck
So you the illest nigga in Hell naw
the master, number sixteen, party crasher, Flex
I think too much, I drink too
My crew don't really two fucks, about you ducks
We over Shaolin
What, spontaneous combust when I a bag of dust
Ahh what a rush, cigar be the
Method Man and Redman, and Hutch
I MC's
Can't trust niggas, can't trust me
I'm a killer!

[Blue
Cereal, cereal
Cereal, killer
Cereal, cereal
Cereal, killer...