Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

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

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an addict with a
Who had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Even suicide, no that
feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady rabies

1: Logic]
I'm foamin' out the mouth, ain't nobody me out
Every single rapper in the industry, they know what I'm about
And I you to test me
'Cause not a one of you motherfuckers impress me
And maybe a little bit of an exaggeration
But I'm of innovation
And I'm of all of this high school "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 to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer
Know you feelin' it, I sizzle I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be himself
Mass murder like can't be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I sound shit?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this
Yeah, I'm this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm this shit
Bobby, how time 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, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody
Even suicide, no fuck
Bobby feelin' villainous, he this
I'm for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Shady

2: Logic]
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit
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 rare clothes
No, we ain't with that
Yeah, there's a time and a
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of
Callin' yourself the greatest
Then you don't to do that
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do
You gon' get
You gon' make attack
You make Bobby Boy snap
You gon' Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

Logic]
rap
Bustin' like an addict a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to back
Hold up, a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Even suicide, no fuck
Bobby villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his 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 write anything
Are washed now, chika-chika-chika, like bathing
Hova, I know hittas like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in Rover
Your body goes limp and over
Like in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I said because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know I meant
But I rode over my instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I keep breakin' these bars down
go slow for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) the doberman said
I still think the (Roof!) would go your head (Haha)
Beast mode, 'bout to get hit
With so foul lines you think I'm a free throw
it was about time for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a 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
'Cause MCs
But you don't wanna hear me the facts
Your shit is ass like a tail
And trapped in your cell phone
I'ma chicken scratch, 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 steal my big
And I wouldn't do but just sit still
Now money's not a big
I'm rich, I my ass with six mill'
Big like a platypus
A caterpillar's 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 dick is standin' stiff as a
And I'm bringin' the bandana in the fuckin' cabana again
The handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin'
With the with a hair trigger
to bear hug your fuckin' terrier to "Ric Flair Drip"
And y'all couldn't hold a at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah it
I'm gonna go upside the with a Nantucket

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

[Outro: 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 against
All of the
of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana
You're in a
I'm in a and a Janet
I'm in a chantin' all this stand up banter
While you got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison
And I'm in a on the floor boards
While I'm world
You way too many napkins, papkins
and chapki-
You using and napkins while I'm bapkin'
around like a bapkin'

Dammit, a can of p-