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 with a semi-automatic
Who had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, no way in hell 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, Slim Shady with

[Verse 1:
I'm out the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, they know what I'm about
And I you to test me
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers me
And maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration
But I'm full of
And I'm tired of all of this high "he's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you even rap? Shit
No, ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, 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, Boy, he be feelin' himself
Mass murder like this be good for my health
I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' shit
Yeah, I'm killin' this
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this
Bobby, how many you been killin' this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga,

Logic]
rap
Bustin' an addict with a semi-automatic
Who had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Even suicide, no fuck
Bobby feelin' villainous, he this
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, Shady

2: Logic]
There's to hide, we call this 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 designer clothes
No, we fuckin' with that
Yeah, a time and a place
But if you ain't comin' with the of raps
Callin' the greatest alive
you don't deserve to do that
No, no, oh no, no, do not do that
You gon' get
You gon' make Bobby
You make Bobby Boy snap
You gon' make Bobby Boy (Bobby Boy!)

[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 we leavin' nobody alive
Even suicide, no fuck
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin'
I'm comin' for man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm
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 getting washed now, chika-chika-chika, bathing
Young Hova, I hittas like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like
Unloadin', leave you shot up in Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps
Like in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I said rover because now 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
I'll go slow for the
But when I go (Roof!) like the said
I still think the (Roof!) would go over head (Haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers to get hit
With so many foul lines you think I'm a 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 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 thing though
MCs know
But you don't wanna hear me spit the
Your shit is ass a tail bone
And you're trapped in your 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 my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit
Now money's not a big
I'm rich, I wipe my ass six mill'
Big bills like a
A comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke 'cause you motherfuckers are
Batterin' and I've had it with the inadequate 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 thinkin' of bringin' the fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck like rap
I like a fuckin' millionaire
With the Darringer with a trigger
'Bout to bear hug your fuckin' terrier to "Ric 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 bare knuckle it, nah it
I'm gonna go upside the head with a

The track is the blood of my track that I'm it
What, Dracula? Fuck shit
I'm up, back a thud-
Man,

[Outro: D'Elia]
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm to
Do all while ya panickin'
And lookin' and starin' 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 this up banter
While you don't got the stamina, lackin' the stamina
You're lackin' the stamina while divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a on the floor boards
While I'm tourin'
You usin' way too napkins, papkins
and chapki-
You ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'
Flappin' around like a

Dammit, a can of p-