Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

(Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial killa that you?
And makes music that you can sharpen an axe to
Taking you back through a hallway to a room
No walls or ceilings, just to pass through
You choose, are always nice
But razorblades and knives are way precise
When it comes to cutting, shit here is an art
And we finish what we start, what separates us apart
From other motherfuckers, not no names
But them motherfuckers (Ain't family)
And they say I'm sick, too
Well how do you get?
When you see a chest without a butcher buried in it
Wait a minute, me an axe
I smash your ribcage in half
For every you laughed on our behalf
Will you let me another chance to
The mind of a killa

(Chorus x2)
Serial
K I L A
Fruit looped out of my mind like (Kill)
killa (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa (Killa, Killa)

(Monoxide Child)
Could it be the Maybe it's the blood you like
Or maybe it's my blatant for life
Most are afraid to deny it
But not me
I keep it old school a mink coat
blade, at least 12 inches
With the tipped cracked off from stabbing to many
I'm ditches with a mental mind state
Just get up and get vicious a dark place
ya mercy on the head of my axe
And pray to God I split you in half like train tracks
I can't it, so I just put it in my music
And hopefully killas can use it
Don't confuse it with the same old
Cause the shit I kick could