Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

[Intro: Sir Robert Bryson Hall, Logic &
Son, you know why you the greatest
Why,
Because you out of my balls, nigga

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an addict a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in we leavin' nobody alive
suicide, no fuck that
Bobby villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with

[Verse 1:
I'm out the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah know what I'm about
And I you to test me
'Cause not a one of you motherfuckers impress me
And maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration
But I'm full of
And I'm tired of all of this school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you fuckers rap? Shit
No, this ain't a to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, lame
Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a
Know you feelin' it, I sizzle when I'm it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Boy, he be feelin' himself
Mass murder like this be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I sound shit?
Well, it really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, I'm this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this
Bobby, how many time you killin' this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga,

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for to buck back
up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Even suicide, no that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin'
I'm comin' for man and his lady and even the baby
I'm like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Shady

2: Logic]
There's to hide, we call this shit genocide
Hit 'em that (Do-do-do) and they die
We gon' leave 'em crucified, we this shit genocide
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare clothes
No, we ain't fuckin' with
Yeah, there's a and a place
But if you comin' with the illest of raps
yourself the greatest alive
Then you don't to do that
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do
You get smacked
You gon' make attack
You make Bobby Boy snap
You gon' make Bobby Boy (Bobby Boy!)

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody
Even suicide, no that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin'
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Shady

[Verse 3:
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who write anything
Are getting washed now, chika-chika-chika, like
Hova, I know hittas like Yankees
Gun toters pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you up in your Rover
Your goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he homered
Hol' up, I said because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know I meant
But I rode over my instead
Makin' dog sounds I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
go slow for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) like the said
I still think the (Roof!) go over your head (Haha)
mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
With so many foul lines you think I'm a free
Figured it was about for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be
I on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes
From the East to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T.
Who the best? I don't gotta say a thing though
MCs know
But you don't wanna me spit the facts
Your shit is ass a tail bone
And you're trapped in your cell
chicken scratch, I'ma self-loathe
I don't want to fuckin' to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get up by the big kids
to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit
Now not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass six mill'
Big bills a platypus
A caterpillar's to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke 'cause you are scatterin'
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the man
I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a
And I'm bringin' the bandana back in the cabana again
The handkerchief and I'm of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular like fuck rap
I sound like a millionaire
With the Darringer with a hair
'Bout to bear hug your fuckin' terrier to "Ric Drip"
And y'all hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air
I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah it
I'm gonna go upside the head a Nantucket

The track is the blood of my track that I'm it
What, Dracula? Fuck that
I'm up, back with a
Man,

[Outro: D'Elia]
Look I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Do all this while ya
And lookin' and starin' at mannequins
And I'm to Fanagans
Trying to get up a plan
All of the
While of all the Hanna in a cabana
in a cab-
I'm in a cabana and a
I'm in a cabana chantin' all this up banter
While you don't got the stamina, lackin' the stamina
You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Ford
And I'm in a on the floor boards
I'm world tourin'
You way too many napkins, papkins
and chapki-
You ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'
Flappin' around a bapkin'

Dammit, a can of p-