Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it a serial killa that attracts you?
And makes this music you can sharpen an axe to
Taking you back a hallway to a black room
No or ceilings, just doorways to pass through
You chainsaws are always nice
But razorblades and are way more precise
it comes to cutting, this shit here is an art
And we what we start, that's what separates us apart
From other fuckers, not saying no names
But them other mother fuckers (They family!)
And say I'm sick, too sick.
how sick do you get
When you see a without a butcher knife buried in it
Wait a minute, an axe
I wanna smash ribcage in half
For every time you laughed on our
you let me another chance to redefine
The mind of a killa
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my mind like
(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 for life
Most people are afraid to it
But not me
I keep it old school a mink coat
blade, at least 12 inches
With the tipped cracked off from too many bitches
I'm digging ditches with a mind state
???
ya ?? on the head of my axe
And to god I don't split you in half like train tracks
I can't control it, so I put it in my music
And other killas can use it
confuse it with the same old game
Cause the shit that I kick put a glitch in your mainframe
to the bone I am
And you can me in the dark if you think I'm playing, what!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped my mind like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Verse 3: (Tech & Jamie Madrox)
the real killa?
Who's the mother fucka ya and I hate
But in the midst will fuck real millas
Trust ya bitch. We'll jock. trip.
We'll with 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 I feela
with a millimeter with the infrared beam
The axe is family, and for the
I use the axe to separate anatomy
no being mad at me, the shit ain't even worth it
I I was a serial killa, not perfect
It's not my fault that I be trusted
And people me aren't all disgusting
Some will slit necks and into crushing
And killing people over to nothing mother fucker!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)