Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

(Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial killa attracts you?
And this music that you can sharpen an axe to
Taking you back through a to a black room
No or ceilings, just doorways to pass through
You choose, are always nice
But razorblades and are way more precise
When it comes to cutting, this here is an art
And we finish what we start, that's what separates us
other motherfuckers, not saying no names
But other motherfuckers (Ain't family)
And they say I'm sick, too
how sick do you get?
When you see a chest without a butcher knife in it
Wait a minute, me an axe
I wanna your ribcage in half
For every time you on our behalf
you let me another chance to redefine?
The mind of a serial

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

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