Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

[Intro: Sir Robert Bryson Hall, & 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 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 even the
I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika, Shady with rabies

1: Logic]
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
'Cause not a single one of you 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, not" rap shit
Can a single one of you fuckers even rap?
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 man, a killer
Know you it, I sizzle when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin'
Mass murder like this can't be good for my
I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' shit
Yeah, I'm killin' shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this
Bobby, how many time you been this shit?
another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an addict with a
Who had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Even suicide, no that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin'
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and 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 call shit genocide
Hit 'em with (Do-do-do) and they die
We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this genocide
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare clothes
No, we ain't fuckin' with
Yeah, a time and a place
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of
Callin' yourself the alive
Then you deserve to do that
No, no, oh no, no, do not do that
You gon' get
You make Bobby attack
You gon' make Boy snap
You gon' make Bobby Boy (Bobby Boy!)

Logic]
rap
Bustin' like an with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck
Hold up, catch a vibe, no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Even suicide, no that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the
I'm like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Shady

[Verse 3:
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like
Jig is up, you fuckers who write anything
Are washed now, chika-chika-chika, like bathing
Young Hova, I hittas like Yankees
Gun toters pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', you shot up in your Rover
Your body limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he homered
Hol' up, I said rover because now Rover is red
Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I rode over my opponents
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' bars down
go slow for the speds
But I go (Roof!) like the doberman said
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your (Haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers to get hit
so many 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 East 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' though
MCs know
But you don't hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tail
And you're in your cell phone
I'ma scratch, I'ma self-loathe
I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap someone 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 sit still
Now money's not a big
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six
Big like a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the
I'm lookin' for the smoke 'cause you 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 bandana back in the fuckin' cabana
The handkerchief and I'm of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular like fuck rap
I like a fuckin' millionaire
With the Darringer a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug your fuckin' terrier to "Ric Drip"
And y'all couldn't hold a candle at a vigil
When I vent, they me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm about to knuckle it, nah fuck it
I'm gonna go upside the head a Nantucket

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

[Outro: D'Elia]
Look I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Do all this while ya
And you're lookin' and starin' at
And I'm to Fanagans
Trying to get up a against
All of the
While of all the bana-kazanika in a cabana
in a cab-
I'm in a cabana and a
I'm in a cabana chantin' all this up banter
While you don't got the stamina, you're the stamina
You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison
And I'm in a on the floor boards
While I'm tourin'
You way too many napkins, papkins
Lapkins and
You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm
Flappin' around a bapkin'

Dammit, a can of p-