Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

[Intro: Sir Bryson Hall, Logic & Both]
Son, you know why you the greatest
Why,
Because you out of my balls, nigga

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an addict with a
Who done had it, and he ready for to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in we leavin' nobody 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' I'm chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies

[Verse 1:
I'm foamin' out the mouth, 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 single one of you impress me
And maybe a little bit of an exaggeration
But I'm full of
And I'm tired of all of this school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you even rap? Shit
No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, lame
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, Boy, he be feelin' himself
Mass murder like this can't be good for my
When I rap like this, do I like shit?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm this shit
Yeah, I'm killin' this
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm this shit
Bobby, how many time you been killin' shit?
Find rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

Logic]
rap
Bustin' like an with 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
suicide, no fuck that
Bobby villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for man and his lady and even the baby
I'm like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim

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

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an addict with a
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody
Even suicide, no fuck
Bobby villainous, he killin' 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

[Verse 3:
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write
Are getting washed now, chika-chika-chika, bathing
Hova, I know hittas like Yankees
Gun toters pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your
Your body goes and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he homered
Hol' up, I said rover now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you what I meant
But I rode over my opponents
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) the doberman said
I think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Haha)
Beast mode, 'bout to get hit
With so many foul lines you 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 sheep
From the East to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T.
Who the best? I gotta say a fuckin' thing though
MCs know
But you wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass a tail bone
And you're trapped in cell phone
I'ma chicken scratch, I'ma
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 wouldn't do but just sit still
Now not a big deal
I'm rich, I my ass with six mill'
Big bills like a
A caterpillar's comin' to get the
I'm lookin' for the smoke 'cause you are scatterin'
everything and I've had it with the inadequate man
I can see my dick is standin' as a mannequin
And I'm bringin' the bandana back in the cabana again
The handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular like fuck rap
I sound a fuckin' millionaire
the Darringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug fuckin' terrier to "Ric Flair Drip"
And y'all hold a candle at a prayer vigil
I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm about to bare it, nah fuck it
I'm gonna go upside the head with a

The track is the of my track that I'm attackin' it
What, Fuck that shit
I'm up, with a thud-
Man,

[Outro: Chris
what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Do all this while ya
And you're lookin' and at mannequins
And I'm to Fanagans
to get up a plan against
All of the
While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a
You're in a
I'm in a cabana and a
I'm in a cabana chantin' all 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 Porsche on the boards
While I'm world
You usin' way too napkins, papkins
Lapkins and
You ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'
around like a bapkin'

Dammit, a can of p-