Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

(Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial killa attracts you?
And makes this music that you can an axe to
you back through a hallway to a black room
No walls or ceilings, just doorways to pass
You choose, are always nice
But and knives are way more precise
When it to cutting, this shit here is an art
And we finish what we start, that's separates us apart
From other motherfuckers, not saying no
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 knife buried in it
a minute, give me an axe
I wanna smash your ribcage in
For every time you on our behalf
Will you let me another 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)
Serial (Killa, Killa)

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