Luyện nghe bài hát Homicidal

Maniac the is Swift
Homicidal the title, to a life as a gift
Cold crush, rhyme, rhyme, lady, scratch, and even music
an' MC on the court like a ball player
Proven by the lyrics on the as I extend the cut
Making music, as the girls move and shale butts
Suckers with the heart, try to even cheat me
They compete, nor they defeat, or even beat me
With the silly dictionary rhymes they
When the mike catches fire, it will melt and
Then use the court as a whip, as I teach this lesson
I'll whipe the knowledga in head, so you can't stop guessing
Who's the MC upon the MIC, SWIFT
Executed by me, will leave you violated
Make your get the shiversq, eyes dilated
perpetrate, and try to dis me
That's why the watching me like TV
Survival of the fittest, is vital
Got my weapon on auto, boy, I'm

Dangerous, packing and ill
My is my ammo, and it's ready to kill
I'll put your head out with a quickness if we battle you
I'll you wish you were in prison, sitting on death row
Chrome plated, polished, and I'm running the joint
I penetrate, like a hollow
Homicidal, is what I in my mind
I have 100 ways to kill you while I'm saying this
Perpetrators, even compare to this
I cock the hammer, pull the and dis
Sucker MCs biting like these
I'll point my weapon in your face and then I'll start to
Your mind get's nervous, your face is sweating
Beacuse a butt-kickings, what you're
I lived a rough from kid to a man
When I think of I've done I say "Damn !"
the deal, you know it's real
Always feeling ill, my mind just says kill
I'm never wrong, then again I'm not ya'll
I'm homicidal

Swift the name, MCs the game,
To dis a MC is the claim of my fame
I like to by the face, punching them in the neck
Burning up stale rhymes, 'till they give me respect
Cold destruction is a code, causing rapper's
Setting world on like a TNT explosion
Rhyme, not a song, I sang nor I sung
I can cut a man to shreds, or a tree with my tongue
Got my face on a poster, wanted dead or
Reward tall "duckies" thousand or five
If you want to take the "duckies" wish a good luck
'cause I kill in cold bood and I don't a fuck
along or bring your posse, play brave and the bold
I'll be rocking, cold shocking, I'm 80 years old
and I'm black, giving squeezers no slack
I'm even deadlier then PCP caine and
I'm the mercenary, killing punks at
I hate it when the brothers are ill
It's time to get busy, and ya'll
Word, I'm