Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

[Intro: Sir Bryson Hall, Logic & Both]
Son, you why you the greatest alive?
Why,
Because you 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
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we nobody alive
Even suicide, no fuck
Bobby 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 foamin' out the mouth, nobody takin' me out
single rapper in the industry, yeah they know what I'm about
And I you to test me
not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
And maybe that's a little bit of an
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 even Shit
No, ain't 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 realer man, a
Know you feelin' it, I sizzle when I'm it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be himself
Mass murder this can't be good 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' this
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this
Bobby, how many time you been killin' shit?
another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

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

2: Logic]
There's to hide, we call this 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 designer clothes
No, we ain't with that
Yeah, a time and a place
But if you ain't comin' the illest of raps
Callin' yourself the alive
Then you don't deserve to do
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do
You get smacked
You gon' make Bobby
You gon' make Boy snap
You gon' make Bobby Boy (Bobby Boy!)

[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, ain't no way in hell we leavin' 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-chika-chika, Slim

3: Eminem]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga JAY-Z
Jig is up, you who didn't write anything
Are washed now, chika-chika-chika, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hittas Yankees
Gun toters that triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you up in your Rover
Your body goes and slumps over
A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I said rover because now Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I
But I rode over my instead
Makin' dog 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go slow for the
But I go (Roof!) like the doberman said
I still think the (Roof!) would go your head (Haha)
Beast mode, 'bout to get hit
With so many foul 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 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 thing though
MCs know
But you don't wanna me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tail
And you're trapped in your phone
I'ma scratch, I'ma self-loathe
I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap someone else
Used to get beat up by the big
Used to let the big kids steal my big
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit
Now money's not a big
I'm rich, I wipe my ass six mill'
Big bills like a
A caterpillar's to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke 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 back in the fuckin' cabana again
The handkerchief and I'm of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular like fuck rap
I like a fuckin' millionaire
With the with a hair trigger
to bear hug your fuckin' terrier to "Ric Flair Drip"
And y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer
I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm to bare knuckle it, nah fuck it
I'm go upside the head with a Nantucket

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

Chris D'Elia]
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm to
Do all this ya panickin'
And you're and starin' at mannequins
And I'm goin' to
to get up a plan against
All of the
of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana
You're in a
I'm in a and a Janet
I'm in a chantin' all this stand up banter
While you don't got the stamina, lackin' the stamina
You're the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a on the floor boards
I'm world tourin'
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-