Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

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

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an addict a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody
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, Shady with rabies

1: Logic]
I'm foamin' out the mouth, nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah they what I'm about
And I you to test me
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers me
And that's a little bit of an exaggeration
But I'm of innovation
And I'm tired of all of this school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you fuckers even rap?
No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, lame
Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a
Know you feelin' it, I sizzle I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin'
Mass murder this can't be good for my health
I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this
Yeah, I'm killin' shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' shit
Bobby, how time you been killin' this shit?
Find rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an addict with a
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck
Hold up, catch a vibe, no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
suicide, no fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he this
I'm for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim

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

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck
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 for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim

3: Eminem]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like
Jig is up, you who didn't write anything
Are getting washed now, chika-chika-chika, bathing
Hova, I know hittas like Yankees
Gun toters that 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 rover because now your is red
Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I rode over my opponents
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' bars down
I'll go for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) like the doberman
I still think the (Roof!) go over your head (Haha)
Beast mode, 'bout to get hit
With so many lines you think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about 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 gotta say a fuckin' thing though
'Cause MCs
But you don't wanna hear me the facts
Your shit is ass like a tail
And trapped in your cell phone
I'ma chicken scratch, I'ma
I don't want to listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote
to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but sit still
Now not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six
Big like a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the
I'm lookin' for the smoke 'cause you motherfuckers are
Batterin' and I've had it with the inadequate man
I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a
And I'm the bandana back in the fuckin' cabana again
The and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck like rap
I sound like a millionaire
With the Darringer with a hair
to bear hug your fuckin' terrier to "Ric Flair Drip"
And couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they me to a fuckin' air duct
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 shit
I'm up, with a thud-
Man,

[Outro: Chris
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm to
Do all while ya panickin'
And lookin' and starin' at mannequins
And I'm to Fanagans
to get up a plan against
All of the
While of all the Hanna in a cabana
You're in a
I'm in a and a Janet
I'm in a cabana chantin' all this up banter
While you got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
You're lackin' the stamina you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the floor
While I'm world
You usin' way too napkins, papkins
and chapki-
You ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'
Flappin' around like a

Dammit, a can of p-