Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

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

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

[Verse 1:
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 dare you to me
not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
And maybe a little bit of an exaggeration
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 even rap? Shit
No, this a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's
Like a to the flame, I'm a realer 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 like this can't be good for my health
I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it don't really matter, I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, I'm killin' this
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' shit
Bobby, how many you been killin' this shit?
another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

[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
feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim

[Verse 2:
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 fuckin' that
Yeah, there's a and a place
But if you ain't with the illest of raps
Callin' yourself the greatest
Then you don't to do that
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do
You gon' get
You gon' make Bobby
You make Bobby Boy snap
You gon' make Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an addict a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he for anybody to buck back
up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Even suicide, no fuck
Bobby feelin' villainous, he this
I'm for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm like 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 write
Are washed now, chika-chika-chika, like bathing
Young Hova, I know like Yankees
Gun that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you up in your Rover
Your body limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just
Hol' up, I said rover because now Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know I meant
But I rode over my opponents
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep these bars down
I'll go slow for the
But when I go (Roof!) the doberman said
I still think the (Roof!) would go over 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 people to eat
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep
the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T.
Who the best? I don't say a fuckin' thing though
MCs know
But you don't wanna hear me the facts
Your shit is ass a tail bone
And you're trapped in your phone
chicken 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 do shit 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 'cause you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the man
I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a
And I'm bringin' the back in the fuckin' cabana again
The and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck like rap
I sound a fuckin' millionaire
the Darringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug your fuckin' 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 gonna go upside the head with a

The track is the blood of my that I'm attackin' it
What, Dracula? 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 lookin' and starin' at mannequins
And I'm to Fanagans
Trying to get up a 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
you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
You're lackin' the stamina you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a on the floor boards
I'm world tourin'
You usin' way too many napkins,
and chapki-
You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm
Flappin' like a bapkin'

Dammit, a can of p-