Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

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

(Chorus x2)
Serial
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 Maybe it's the blood you like
Or maybe it's my disregard for life
Most are afraid to deny it
But not me
I keep it old school like a coat
Rusty blade, at 12 inches
With the cracked off from stabbing to many bitches
I'm digging with a mental mind state
Just get up and get vicious within a place
Throw ya mercy on the of my axe
And pray to God I split you in half like train tracks
I can't control it, so I put it in my music
And hopefully other can use it
confuse it with the same old game
Cause the that I kick could