Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

(Jamie Madrox)
What is it a serial killa that attracts you?
And makes this music you can sharpen an axe to
Taking you back through a hallway to a black
No walls or ceilings, just to pass through
You choose, are always nice
But and knives are way more precise
When it to cutting, this shit here is an art
And we what we start, that's what separates us apart
other motherfuckers, not saying no names
But them motherfuckers (Ain't family)
And say I'm sick, too sick
Well how do you get?
you see a chest 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 to redefine?
The mind of a serial

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

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