Luyện nghe bài hát Homicidal

Maniac the is Swift
Homicidal the title, to take a life as a
Cold crush, rhyme, rhyme, lady, scratch, and even maker
Bounce an' MC on the like a ball player
Proven by the lyrics on the mike as I the cut
Making music, as the girls move and shale butts
Suckers with the heart, try to battle cheat me
They can't compete, nor defeat, or even beat me
the silly dictionary rhymes they spond
When the mike fire, it will melt and bend
Then I'll use the court as a whip, as I teach this
I'll the knowledga in your head, so you can't stop guessing
Who's the best MC upon the MIC,
Executed lyrics by me, will 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, packing and ill
My is my ammo, and it's ready to kill
I'll put your head out with a if we battle you know
make you wish you were in prison, sitting on death row
Chrome plated, highly polished, and I'm running the
I penetrate, like a point
Homicidal, is I feel in my mind
I have 100 ways to kill you I'm saying this rhyme
Perpetrators, can't even to this
I cock the hammer, pull the and dis
Sucker MCs biting rhymes these
I'll point my weapon in your face and then start to squeeze
Your mind get's nervous, face is cold sweating
Beacuse a butt-kickings, what you're
I lived a rough life kid to a man
When I think of I've done I say "Damn !"
What's the deal, you it's real
feeling illy ill, my mind just says kill
I'm wrong, then again I'm not right ya'll
Menace I'm

the name, dissin' MCs the game,
To dis a sucker MC is the of my fame
I to grabthem by the face, punching them in the neck
Burning up their stale rhymes, 'till give me respect
destruction is a code, causing rapper's commotion
Setting world on fire like a TNT
Rhyme, not a song, I neither 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
tall "duckies" four thousand or five
If you to take the "duckies" wish yourself a good luck
'cause I kill in cold bood and I don't give a
Come along or your posse, play brave and the bold
be rocking, cold shocking, 'till I'm 80 years old
Proud and I'm black, squeezers no slack
I'm even then PCP caine and crack
I'm the mercenary, punks at will
I hate it the brothers are acting ill
It's to get busy, and fight ya'll
Word, I'm