Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

[Intro: Sir Robert Bryson Hall, Logic &
Son, you why you the greatest 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 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 your man and his 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 rapper in the industry, yeah they know what I'm about
And I you to test me
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers me
And maybe a little 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 single one of you fuckers even Shit
No, this ain't a diss to the game, 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 spillin' it, I'm feelin'
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be himself
Mass murder like this be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I like shit?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this
Yeah, I'm this 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' an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for to buck back
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 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 designer clothes
No, we ain't fuckin' with
Yeah, there's a time and a
But if you ain't with the illest of raps
yourself the greatest alive
Then you deserve to do that
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do
You get smacked
You gon' make attack
You gon' Bobby Boy snap
You gon' make Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

Logic]
rap
Bustin' like an addict with a
Who done had it, and he for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in we leavin' nobody alive
suicide, no fuck that
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, Slim

[Verse 3:
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't anything
Are getting washed now, chika-chika-chika, like
Young Hova, I know hittas like
Gun toters that pull triggers crazy
Unloadin', leave you up in your Rover
Your body limp and slumps over
A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I said because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you what I meant
But I rode my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
go slow for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) like the doberman
I still the (Roof!) would go over your head (Haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers to get hit
With so many foul you think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about time for to eat crow
You to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my 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 don't gotta say a fuckin' though
MCs know
But you don't hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a bone
And you're trapped in your phone
chicken scratch, I'ma self-loathe
I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap someone wrote
to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids my big wheel
And I do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big
I'm rich, I wipe my ass six mill'
Big like a platypus
A comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke 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 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
'Bout to bear hug your terrier to "Ric Flair Drip"
And couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, compare me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm about to knuckle it, nah fuck it
I'm gonna go upside the head 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,

[Outro: Chris
Look I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Do all this ya panickin'
And you're lookin' and starin' at
And I'm goin' to
Trying to get up a 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 chantin' all this stand up banter
While you got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
You're the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a on the floor boards
While I'm world
You usin' way too many napkins,
Lapkins and
You using ChapStick and while I'm bapkin'
Flappin' around like a

Dammit, a can of p-