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' like an with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he for anybody to buck back
Hold up, a vibe, ain't 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 the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika, Shady with rabies

1: Logic]
I'm foamin' out the mouth, nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah they know what I'm
And I you to test 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, he's not" rap
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, sound the same, shit's lame
Like a moth to the flame, I'm a man, a killer
Know you feelin' it, I sizzle I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Boy, he be feelin' himself
murder like this 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' shit
Yeah, I'm killin' this
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this
Bobby, how many you been killin' this shit?
another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he for anybody to buck back
up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Even suicide, no fuck
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin'
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

[Verse 2:
There's nowhere to hide, we this shit genocide
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and 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 comin' with the illest 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' Bobby attack
You gon' 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 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, Shady

[Verse 3:
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't anything
Are getting washed now, chika-chika-chika, bathing
Young Hova, I know hittas like
Gun toters pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your
Your body goes and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he homered
Hol' up, I rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I
But I rode over my opponents
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars
I'll go slow for the
But I go (Roof!) like the doberman said
I still the (Roof!) would go over your head (Haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers to get hit
With so many foul lines you I'm a free throw
Figured it was about time for to eat crow
You to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my 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 thing though
'Cause MCs
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 scratch, I'ma self-loathe
I want to fuckin' 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 do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six
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 is standin' 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 like fuck rap
I like a fuckin' millionaire
With the Darringer with a hair
'Bout to bear hug your terrier to "Ric Flair Drip"
And y'all couldn't hold a candle at a vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air
I'm about to bare it, nah fuck it
I'm gonna go upside the head with a

The track is the blood of my that I'm attackin' it
What, Fuck 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 and starin' at mannequins
And I'm goin' to
Trying to get up a plan
All of the
While of all the Hanna in a cabana
in a cab-
I'm in a and a Janet
I'm in a chantin' all this stand up banter
you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the floor
While I'm world
You usin' way too many napkins,
and chapki-
You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm
around like a bapkin'

Dammit, a can of p-