Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

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

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

1: Logic]
I'm foamin' out the mouth, ain't nobody me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah they know I'm about
And I you to test me
not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
And maybe a little bit of an exaggeration
But I'm full of
And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap
Can a single one of you fuckers even rap?
No, this a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody the same, shit's lame
Like a to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer
you feelin' it, I sizzle 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 don't really matter, I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, I'm this 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 addict a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Even suicide, no fuck
Bobby feelin' villainous, he this
I'm comin' for your man and his and even the baby
I'm like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Shady

2: Logic]
There's nowhere to hide, we call this genocide
Hit 'em that (Do-do-do) and they die
We gon' 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare clothes
No, we ain't fuckin' that
Yeah, there's a and a place
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 make Bobby attack
You gon' make Boy snap
You make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
suicide, no fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin'
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the
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 washed now, chika-chika-chika, like
Young Hova, I hittas like Yankees
Gun that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you up in your Rover
Your body goes and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he homered
Hol' up, I said rover because now your is red
Like Red Rover, so you know I meant
But I over my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta breakin' these bars down
go slow for the speds
But I go (Roof!) like the doberman said
I still think the (Roof!) would go over head (Haha)
Beast mode, 'bout to get hit
so many foul lines you think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be
I stay on my toes the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes
From the 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
MCs know
But you don't wanna me spit the facts
shit is ass like a tail bone
And you're in your cell phone
I'ma scratch, I'ma self-loathe
I don't to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote
to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do but just sit still
Now money's not a big
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six
Big like a platypus
A caterpillar's to get the cannabis
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 bringin' the bandana back in the fuckin' cabana
The handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not a singular fuck like fuck rap
I sound a fuckin' millionaire
With the Darringer a hair trigger
'Bout to hug your fuckin' terrier to "Ric Flair Drip"
And couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah it
I'm go upside the head with a Nantucket

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

Chris D'Elia]
Look I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Do all while ya panickin'
And you're lookin' and at mannequins
And I'm goin' to
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 all this stand up banter
While you got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
You're lackin' the stamina while you're Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the boards
While I'm world
You way too many napkins, papkins
Lapkins and
You ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'
Flappin' around a bapkin'

Dammit, a can of p-