Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

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

Logic]
rap
Bustin' like an addict 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 nobody alive
Even suicide, no fuck
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin'
I'm comin' for man and his lady and even the baby
I'm like I'm chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies

[Verse 1:
I'm out the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah they know I'm about
And I you to test me
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers me
And that's a little bit of an exaggeration
But I'm of innovation
And I'm tired of all of high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you fuckers even rap?
No, this ain't a to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's
a moth 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 like this can't be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I like shit?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' shit
Yeah, I'm this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' shit
Bobby, how many time you killin' this shit?
another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an 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 nobody alive
Even suicide, no fuck
feelin' villainous, he killin' this
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

2: Logic]
There's nowhere to hide, we call shit genocide
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and die
We gon' leave 'em crucified, we this shit genocide
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer
No, we fuckin' with that
Yeah, there's a and a place
But if you ain't comin' the illest of raps
yourself the greatest alive
Then you don't deserve to do
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do
You gon' get
You gon' make attack
You gon' make Bobby Boy
You gon' make Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

Logic]
rap
Bustin' like an with a semi-automatic
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
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, Slim

[Verse 3:
like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't anything
Are getting washed now, chika-chika-chika, like
Young Hova, I hittas like Yankees
Gun toters pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your
Your body goes limp and slumps
Like A-Rod in a lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I
But I rode my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars
go slow for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) like the doberman
I still the (Roof!) would go over your head (Haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers to get hit
With so many 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 behemoth in sheep
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the and I'm the G.O.A.T.
Who the best? I gotta say a fuckin' thing though
'Cause MCs
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 want to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big
Used to let the big kids steal my big
And I do shit but just sit still
Now not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six
Big like a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the
I'm for the smoke 'cause you motherfuckers are scatterin'
everything and I've had it with the inadequate man
I can see my dick is stiff as a mannequin
And I'm the bandana back in the fuckin' cabana again
The handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a fuck like fuck rap
I like a fuckin' millionaire
With the Darringer with a trigger
to bear hug your fuckin' terrier to "Ric Flair Drip"
And y'all couldn't hold a candle at a vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a air duct
I'm about to bare it, nah fuck it
I'm go upside the head with a Nantucket

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

[Outro: Chris
Look I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Do all while ya panickin'
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 Hanna in a cabana
You're in a
I'm in a cabana and a
I'm in a cabana chantin' all stand up banter
While you don't got the stamina, 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 ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'
Flappin' around a bapkin'

Dammit, a can of p-