Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

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

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Even suicide, no fuck
Bobby 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
'Cause not a single one of you 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 school "he's cool, he's not" rap
Can a single one of you fuckers rap? Shit
No, this a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, sound the same, shit's lame
Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a
you feelin' it, I sizzle when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Boy, he be feelin' himself
Mass murder like this be good for my health
When I rap this, do I sound 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?
another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an addict 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' alive
Even suicide, no that
Bobby villainous, he killin' 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, Shady

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

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an addict a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in we leavin' nobody alive
suicide, no fuck that
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, Slim

[Verse 3:
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who write anything
Are getting now, chika-chika-chika, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hittas Yankees
Gun toters that pull like crazy
Unloadin', you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes and slumps over
A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I said rover because now your is red
Like Red Rover, so you what I meant
But I over my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta breakin' these bars down
I'll go for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) like the doberman
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your (Haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers 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 the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes
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 me spit the facts
Your shit is ass a tail bone
And you're trapped in your phone
I'ma chicken scratch, self-loathe
I don't want to listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit
Now not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six
Big bills like a
A comin' 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 is standin' stiff as a mannequin
And I'm bringin' the back in the fuckin' cabana again
The handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' gloves back
And not giving a singular like fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin'
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 compare me to a fuckin' air
I'm about to knuckle it, nah fuck it
I'm gonna go upside the head with a

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

Chris D'Elia]
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm to
Do all this ya panickin'
And you're lookin' and starin' at
And I'm goin' to
to get up a plan against
All of the
While of all the Hanna in a cabana
You're in a
I'm in a and a Janet
I'm in a cabana chantin' all stand up banter
While you don't got the stamina, 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 way too many napkins, papkins
Lapkins and
You using ChapStick and while I'm bapkin'
Flappin' around a bapkin'

Dammit, a can of p-