Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

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

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an addict a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' 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, Shady with rabies

1: Logic]
I'm out the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah know what I'm about
And I dare you to me
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers me
And that's a little bit of an exaggeration
But I'm full of
And I'm tired of all of high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you even rap? Shit
No, this ain't a to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, lame
a moth to the flame, I'm a realer 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 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 done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' 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' like I'm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Shady

[Verse 2:
There's nowhere to hide, we this shit genocide
Hit 'em with (Do-do-do) and they die
We gon' 'em crucified, we call 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 of raps
yourself the greatest alive
Then you don't to do that
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do
You gon' get
You gon' make attack
You gon' make Boy snap
You gon' make Bobby Boy (Bobby Boy!)

Logic]
rap
Bustin' like an addict a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for to buck back
up, catch 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 lady and the baby
I'm feelin' I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim

[Verse 3:
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like
Jig is up, you who didn't write anything
Are getting washed now, chika-chika-chika, bathing
Young Hova, I know like Yankees
Gun toters that triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in Rover
Your goes limp and slumps over
A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I said rover now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you what I meant
But I rode my opponents instead
Makin' dog 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) the doberman said
I still think the (Roof!) would go over head (Haha)
Beast mode, 'bout 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 I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the 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 a tail bone
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 else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big
Used to let the big steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit
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 for the smoke 'cause you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Batterin' and I've had it with the inadequate man
I can see my dick is 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' fingerless gloves
And not giving a singular fuck like rap
I sound like a millionaire
the Darringer with a hair 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 compare me to a fuckin' air
I'm about to bare it, nah fuck it
I'm gonna go the head with a Nantucket

The track is the blood of my 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 while ya panickin'
And you're lookin' and starin' at
And I'm goin' to
Trying to get up a against
All of the
While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a
You're in a
I'm in a cabana and a
I'm in a cabana chantin' all this stand up
While you don't got the stamina, lackin' the stamina
You're lackin' the while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the floor
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-