Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial killa that you?
And this music that you can sharpen an axe to
Taking you back through a to a black room
No walls or ceilings, just to pass through
You choose: chainsaws are always
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 them other mother fuckers (They family!)
And say I'm sick, too sick.
Well how do you get
When you see a chest a butcher knife buried in it
Wait a minute, an axe
I wanna your ribcage in half
For every you laughed on our behalf
Will you let me another to redefine
The of a serial killa
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped my mind like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
2: (Monoxide Child)
Could it be the blood? Maybe it's the you like
Or maybe it's my blatant disregard for
people are afraid to deny it
But not me
I keep it old school like a coat
Rusty blade, at least 12
With the tipped cracked off stabbin' too many bitches
I'm digging ditches with a 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 just put it in my
And other killas can use it
Don't confuse it with the same old
the shit that I kick could put a glitch in your mainframe
Wicked to the 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 like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Verse 3: (Tech & Jamie Madrox)
Who's the real
the mother fucka ya love and I hate
But in the will fuck with real millas
Trust ya bitch. We'll jock. trip.
shock with pistol cocked! (This the shit to knock!)
Who am I!?
Amerikilla, gorilla, the my nizzle
With I'm rapping, we set to gangrene
Killa killa, the realla, banana fanna I
Nigga with a millimeter with the beam
The axe is family, and for the
I use the axe to separate anatomy
Ain't no being mad at me, the shit ain't worth it
I said I was a killa, not perfect
It's not my that I can't be trusted
And like me aren't all disgusting
Some will slit necks and into crushing
And killing people over next to mother fucker!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my mind like
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)