Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

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

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

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