Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

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

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an with 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 feelin' villainous, he this
I'm for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady rabies

1: Logic]
I'm foamin' out the mouth, ain't takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, they know what I'm about
And I dare you to me
'Cause not a single one of you impress me
And maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration
But I'm of innovation
And I'm tired of all of this high "he's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a one of you fuckers even rap? Shit
No, this ain't a to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, lame
a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer
Know you feelin' it, I when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Boy, he be feelin' himself
Mass murder like this can't be for my health
When I rap this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, I'm killin' shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' shit
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 anybody to back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody
Even suicide, no that
feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Shady

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

Logic]
rap
Bustin' like an addict with a
Who had it, and he ready for anybody 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 and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim

3: Eminem]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga JAY-Z
Jig is up, you who didn't write anything
Are getting washed now, chika-chika-chika, bathing
Young Hova, I know hittas Yankees
Gun toters that triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in Rover
Your body goes and slumps over
Like in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I said rover because now Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you what I meant
But I rode my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these down
I'll go for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) like the said
I still think the (Roof!) would go your head (Haha)
Beast mode, 'bout to get hit
With so foul lines you think I'm a free throw
Figured it was time for people to eat crow
You to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in 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 fuckin' though
'Cause MCs
But you don't hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tail
And you're trapped in your phone
I'ma chicken scratch, I'ma
I don't want to listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big
Used to let the big steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but sit still
Now money's not a big
I'm rich, I my ass with six mill'
Big bills like a
A comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the 'cause you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the man
I can see my dick is stiff as a mannequin
And I'm bringin' the bandana back in the cabana again
The handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless back
And not giving a singular like fuck rap
I sound like a millionaire
With the Darringer a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug your terrier to "Ric Flair Drip"
And y'all couldn't a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, compare me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm about to bare it, nah fuck it
I'm gonna go upside the with a Nantucket

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

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

Dammit, a can of p-