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]
I turn, step by step
Through the backwindow, I
as a mouse on a set
While everybody in the slept,
I disconnect the and the rest
a butcherknife
Cut the power to the lights
Now a nigga for the night
I come the living death, straight from the dirt
to avenge 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 thoughts 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 escape 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 prey
Heads will be hung from the chimney with
With hopes that the police soon be here
I'm a killer!

[Verse Two:
Yo, yo
knocking, kick the door, evict the four
Yell "It's a stickup, hit the floor!"
You cake niggas, stay Lipton off
Did mama name you, or Mrs. Paul's
Battle in session, what's up it?
I talk like I walk with a fucked up
scream out: "It's just us bitches!"
Don't shoot, out the
I aim at your party, hit the group
"Happy birth..." ow, ow, ow, ow
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 joggers, wear bright clothes
Tae bo, five
Lizard, Centipede,
I'm a killer!

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

[Verse Three:
Yo, yo
I walk on backs Mr. Bentley,
p-p-p strips you empty
Gather around, for rapid
Fourth of July was 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, whatchu
spearmint gum two double pump
Two cannons, piece by
Your get dazed like G by G
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
nuts and screws out ferris wheels
If you ain't Missy, payin' no
Body, you and supermarket, no

Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill (Cereal, killer)

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

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