Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

[Intro: Sir Robert Bryson Hall, Logic &
Son, you know why you the greatest
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 to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody
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, Slim with rabies

[Verse 1:
I'm foamin' out the mouth, ain't takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah they know what I'm
And I dare you to me
not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
And maybe that's a 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 ain't a diss to the game, a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, lame
Like a moth to the flame, I'm a man, a killer
Know you feelin' it, I when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Boy, he be feelin' himself
Mass murder like this can't be good for my
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 this shit
Bobby, how many you been killin' this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga,

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an addict with a
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to 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' like I'm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Shady

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

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' nobody
suicide, no fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin'
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, Shady

3: Eminem]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write
Are getting now, chika-chika-chika, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hittas like
Gun toters that triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your
Your body limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just
Hol' up, I said rover now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know I meant
But I rode over my instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these down
go slow for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) the doberman said
I still think the (Roof!) go over your head (Haha)
mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
With so foul lines you think I'm a free throw
Figured it was time for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be
I on my toes like 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' thing
MCs know
But you don't wanna hear me the facts
Your shit is ass like a bone
And you're trapped in cell phone
I'ma scratch, I'ma self-loathe
I don't want to listen to you spit your 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 but just sit still
Now money's not a big
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six
Big bills a platypus
A caterpillar's to get the cannabis
I'm for the smoke 'cause you motherfuckers are scatterin'
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 back in the fuckin' cabana again
The handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck fuck rap
I sound like a 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, they me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm to bare knuckle it, nah fuck it
I'm gonna go upside the head a Nantucket

The track is the blood of my that I'm attackin' it
What, Fuck that shit
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 to Fanagans
Trying to get up a against
All of the
While of all the Hanna in a cabana
in a cab-
I'm in a and a Janet
I'm in a cabana chantin' all this up banter
While you got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
You're lackin' the while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the floor
I'm world tourin'
You usin' way too many napkins,
Lapkins and
You using ChapStick and napkins I'm bapkin'
Flappin' like a bapkin'

Dammit, a can of p-