Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

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

[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 hell we leavin' alive
suicide, no fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin'
I'm comin' for your man and his and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika, Shady with rabies

1: Logic]
I'm foamin' out the mouth, ain't takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, they know what I'm about
And I you to test me
not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
And that's a little bit of an exaggeration
But I'm of innovation
And I'm tired of all of this school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a one of you fuckers even rap? Shit
No, this ain't a diss to the game, 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 myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be 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, I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, I'm killin' shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' shit
Bobby, how many you been killin' this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga,

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an addict with a
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 that
feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the
I'm feelin' I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim

[Verse 2:
There's nowhere to hide, we call shit genocide
Hit 'em with (Do-do-do) and they die
We gon' leave 'em crucified, we this shit genocide
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got designer clothes
No, we ain't fuckin' with
Yeah, there's a time and a
But if you ain't comin' the illest of raps
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' Bobby Boy snap
You gon' Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

Logic]
rap
Bustin' like an addict with a
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck
Hold up, a vibe, ain't 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 the baby
I'm feelin' I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Shady

3: Eminem]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't anything
Are getting now, chika-chika-chika, like bathing
Hova, I know hittas like Yankees
Gun toters that pull like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he homered
up, I said rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know 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 doberman
I still think the (Roof!) would go your head (Haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers to get hit
With so many foul lines you I'm a free throw
Figured it was about 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 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 gotta say a thing though
MCs know
But you don't hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass a tail bone
And you're in your cell phone
I'ma chicken scratch, self-loathe
I don't want to fuckin' listen to you 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 shit but sit still
Now money's not a big
I'm rich, I wipe my ass six mill'
Big like a platypus
A caterpillar's to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Batterin' everything and I've had it the inadequate man
I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a
And I'm bringin' the bandana back in the fuckin' cabana
The handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves
And not giving a singular fuck fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin'
With the Darringer with a trigger
'Bout to bear hug your fuckin' terrier to "Ric Drip"
And y'all couldn't a candle at a prayer 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 with a

The track is the of my track that I'm attackin' 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 while ya
And you're lookin' and at mannequins
And I'm goin' to
Trying to get up a plan
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 cabana all this stand up banter
you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
You're the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the boards
While I'm world
You usin' way too many napkins,
Lapkins and
You using and napkins while I'm bapkin'
Flappin' like a bapkin'

Dammit, a can of p-