Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

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

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an addict with a
Who done had it, and he ready for to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we nobody alive
Even suicide, no fuck
feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for man and his lady and even 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 they know I'm about
And I you to test me
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers me
And maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration
But I'm of innovation
And I'm of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you fuckers even rap?
No, this a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, sound the same, shit's lame
Like a moth to the flame, I'm a man, a killer
Know you feelin' it, I sizzle when I'm it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be himself
Mass murder like this can't be good for my
When I rap like this, do I sound shit?
Well, it don't matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, I'm killin' this
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this
Bobby, how many time you been killin' this
another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

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

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

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

[Verse 3:
like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't anything
Are getting now, chika-chika-chika, like bathing
Hova, I know hittas like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like
Unloadin', you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes and slumps over
A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I rover because now your Rover is red
Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I over my opponents instead
dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) the doberman said
I still the (Roof!) would go over your head (Haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers to get hit
With so many foul you think I'm a free throw
it was about time for people to eat crow
You to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the and I'm the G.O.A.T.
Who the best? I don't gotta say a fuckin' though
'Cause MCs
But you don't hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a bone
And you're trapped in cell phone
I'ma scratch, I'ma self-loathe
I don't want to fuckin' listen to you your rap someone else wrote
to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit
Now not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six
Big like a platypus
A comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke 'cause you are scatterin'
Batterin' everything and had it with the inadequate man
I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a
And I'm bringin' the bandana back in the fuckin' again
The handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fingerless gloves back
And not giving a fuck like fuck rap
I like a fuckin' millionaire
the Darringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug your fuckin' terrier to "Ric Drip"
And couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a air duct
I'm about to knuckle it, nah fuck 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 shit
I'm up, back with a
Man,

[Outro: Chris
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm to
Do all this while ya
And lookin' and starin' at mannequins
And I'm goin' to
Trying to get up a plan
All of the
While of all the Hanna in a cabana
in a cab-
I'm in a and a Janet
I'm in a cabana all this stand up banter
While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the
You're lackin' the stamina while divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the boards
While I'm world
You usin' way too napkins, papkins
Lapkins and
You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm
Flappin' around a bapkin'

Dammit, a can of p-