Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a killa that attracts you?
And makes this music that you can an axe to
Taking you back through a to a black room
No walls or ceilings, just doorways to pass
You choose: chainsaws are nice
But razorblades and knives are way precise
When it comes to cutting, this shit is an art
And we finish we start, that's what separates us apart
From other mother fuckers, not no names
But other mother fuckers (They ain't family!)
And say I'm sick, too sick.
how sick do you get
When you see a chest without a knife buried in it
Wait a minute, an axe
I smash your ribcage in half
For time you laughed on our behalf
you let me another chance to redefine
The of a serial 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 it's my blatant disregard for life
Most are afraid to deny it
But not me
I it old school like a mink coat
Rusty blade, at 12 inches
With the tipped cracked off from stabbin' too many
I'm ditches with a mental mind state
???
Throw ya ?? on the of my axe
And pray to god I don't split you in like train tracks
I can't it, so I just put it in my music
And hopefully other can use it
Don't confuse it with the old game
Cause the shit that I kick could put a glitch in mainframe
to the bone I am
And you can meet me in the if you think I'm playing, what!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit outta my mind like 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 will fuck with real millas
Trust ya bitch. jock. You'll 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 fanna I
Nigga with a millimeter with the beam
The axe is family, and for the
I use the axe to your anatomy
Ain't no being mad at me, the shit ain't even 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 slit necks and into skull crushing
And people over next 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)