Luyện nghe bài hát Homicidal

Maniac the name is
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 on the mike as I extend the cut
Making music, as the girls and shale their butts
Suckers with the heart, try to battle cheat me
can't compete, nor they defeat, or even beat me
With the dictionary rhymes they spond
When the catches fire, it will melt and bend
Then I'll use the court as a whip, as I teach lesson
whipe the knowledga in your head, so you can't stop guessing
Who's the best MC 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 suckers me like TV
of the fittest, is very vital
Got my weapon on auto, boy, I'm

Dangerous, mike and ill
My peotry is my ammo, and it's ready to
I'll put head out with a quickness if we battle you know
I'll make you wish you in prison, sitting on death row
plated, highly polished, and I'm running the joint
I penetrate, like a hollow
Homicidal, is I feel in my mind
I 100 ways to kill you while I'm saying this rhyme
Perpetrators, can't even compare to
I cock the hammer, the trigger and dis
MCs biting rhymes like these
I'll point my weapon in face and then I'll start to squeeze
Your mind get's nervous, your face is cold
Beacuse a butt-kickings, what you're
I a rough life from kid to a man
When I think of things I've I say "Damn !"
What's the deal, you know real
Always feeling illy ill, my mind just kill
I'm wrong, then again I'm not right 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
up their stale rhymes, 'till they give me respect
Cold is a code, causing rapper's commotion
world on fire like a TNT explosion
Rhyme, not a song, I neither sang nor I
I can cut a man to shreds, or a tree with my tongue
Got my on a poster, wanted dead or alive
Reward tall "duckies" four or five
If you want to the "duckies" wish yourself a good luck
'cause I kill in bood and I don't give a fuck
Come along or bring your posse, brave and the bold
I'll be rocking, cold shocking, 'till I'm 80 old
and I'm black, giving squeezers no slack
I'm even then PCP caine and crack
I'm the mercenary, killing punks at
I it when the brothers are acting ill
It's time to get busy, and ya'll
Word, I'm