Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

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

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

1: Logic]
I'm foamin' out the mouth, ain't takin' me out
single rapper in the industry, yeah they know what I'm about
And I you to test me
'Cause not a one of you motherfuckers impress me
And maybe a little bit of an exaggeration
But I'm of innovation
And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap
Can a single one of you fuckers rap? Shit
No, ain't a diss 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 sizzle when I'm spillin' it, I'm myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin'
murder like this can't be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I sound like
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 many time you been this shit?
Find rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an 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' alive
Even suicide, no that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin'
I'm comin' for man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Shady

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

Logic]
rap
Bustin' like an with a semi-automatic
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
Even suicide, no fuck
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin'
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and the baby
I'm feelin' I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Shady

[Verse 3:
like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you who didn't write anything
Are getting washed now, chika-chika-chika, like
Young Hova, I know hittas Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in Rover
Your body goes limp and over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just
Hol' up, I said because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know I meant
But I rode over my opponents
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these down
I'll go slow for the
But when I go (Roof!) the doberman said
I still think the (Roof!) go over your head (Haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers to get hit
With so many foul lines you I'm a free throw
Figured it was about for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes
the East Coast 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 wanna me spit the facts
Your is ass like a tail bone
And you're trapped in cell phone
I'ma chicken scratch, self-loathe
I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit rap someone else wrote
Used to get up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit
Now not a big deal
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 the inadequate man
I can see my dick is standin' as a mannequin
And I'm bringin' the bandana in the fuckin' cabana again
The and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a fuck like fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin'
With the with a hair trigger
'Bout to hug your fuckin' terrier to "Ric Flair Drip"
And y'all hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they 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 track is the blood of my that I'm attackin' it
What, Dracula? Fuck that
I'm up, back a thud-
Man,

[Outro: Chris
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm to
Do all while ya panickin'
And you're and starin' at mannequins
And I'm goin' to
Trying to get up a against
All of the
While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a
in a cab-
I'm in a and a Janet
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 you're 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 napkins while I'm
around like a bapkin'

Dammit, a can of p-