Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial killa attracts you?
And makes this that you can sharpen an axe to
Taking you back a hallway to a black room
No walls or ceilings, doorways to pass through
You chainsaws are always nice
But razorblades and are way more precise
When it to cutting, this shit here is an art
And we finish what we start, that's what us apart
From other fuckers, not saying no names
But other mother fuckers (They 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, an axe
I wanna smash your in half
For time you laughed on our behalf
you let me another chance to redefine
The mind of a killa
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my mind Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
2: (Monoxide Child)
Could it be the blood? Maybe it's the blood you
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
blade, at least 12 inches
With the cracked off from stabbin' too many bitches
I'm ditches with a mental mind state
???
ya ?? 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
Don't confuse it with the old game
Cause the shit that I kick could put a glitch in your
to the bone I am
And you can meet me in the dark if you I'm playing, what!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my mind Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Verse 3: (Tech N9ne & Madrox)
Who's the killa?
Who's the mother fucka ya and I hate
But in the midst will fuck with millas
ya bitch. We'll jock. You'll trip.
We'll shock pistol cocked! (This the shit to knock!)
Who am I!?
Amerikilla, gorilla, the Juggalizzle my
Psychopathic I'm rapping, we set to gangrene
Killa killa, the realla, banana fanna I
Nigga a millimeter with the infrared beam
The axe is family, and for the
I use the axe to separate your
Ain't no being mad at me, the ain't even worth it
I said I was a killa, not perfect
It's not my fault I can't be trusted
And people me aren't all disgusting
Some will slit necks and skull crushing
And killing people over next to mother fucker!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped my mind like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)