Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

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

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' an addict with 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
Bobby feelin' villainous, he this
I'm comin' for your man and his and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika, Shady with rabies

[Verse 1:
I'm out the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah know what I'm about
And I you to test me
'Cause not a 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 "he's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you fuckers even rap?
No, this ain't a to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's
Like a moth to the flame, I'm a man, a killer
Know you feelin' it, I sizzle I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be himself
Mass murder like can't be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I like shit?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm this shit
Yeah, I'm this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm this shit
Bobby, how many time you been this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga,

Logic]
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' alive
Even suicide, no that
feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the
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 that (Do-do-do) and die
We leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer
No, we fuckin' with that
Yeah, a time and a place
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of
Callin' 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' make Boy snap
You gon' make Bobby Boy (Bobby Boy!)

Logic]
rap
Bustin' like an addict a semi-automatic
Who had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Even suicide, no fuck
feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim

[Verse 3:
like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write
Are getting now, chika-chika-chika, like bathing
Young Hova, I hittas like Yankees
Gun toters that triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you up in your Rover
Your body limp and slumps over
Like in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I said rover now your Rover is red
Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I over my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta 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 lines you I'm a free throw
it was about 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 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 thing though
'Cause MCs
But you wanna 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 rap someone else wrote
to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big
And I wouldn't do shit but sit still
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 'cause you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the man
I can see my dick is standin' as a mannequin
And I'm bringin' the bandana back in the fuckin' 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 millionaire
With the Darringer a hair trigger
to bear hug your fuckin' terrier to "Ric Flair Drip"
And y'all couldn't hold a candle at a vigil
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 track is the blood of my track that I'm it
What, Fuck that shit
I'm up, back a thud-
Man,

Chris D'Elia]
Look I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Do all this while ya
And you're and starin' at mannequins
And I'm goin' to
to get up a plan against
All of the
While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a
in a cab-
I'm in a cabana and a
I'm in a chantin' all this stand 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 boards
While I'm tourin'
You way too many napkins, papkins
Lapkins and
You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm
Flappin' like a bapkin'

Dammit, a can of p-