Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial killa that attracts
And makes this music that you can an axe to
Taking you back through a hallway to a black
No walls or ceilings, just to pass through
You choose: are always nice
But razorblades and knives are way more
When it comes to cutting, this shit is an art
And we finish what we start, what separates 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
When you see a chest without a butcher knife in it
Wait a minute, an axe
I wanna your ribcage in half
For every you laughed on our behalf
you let me another chance to redefine
The mind of a killa
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
looped outta 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 blood you
Or maybe my blatant disregard for life
Most people are to deny it
But not me
I keep it old school like a coat
Rusty blade, at least 12
With the cracked off from stabbin' too many bitches
I'm digging ditches with a mental state
???
ya ?? on the head of my axe
And pray to god I 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
Don't confuse it the same old game
Cause the shit I kick could put a glitch in your mainframe
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 like
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Verse 3: (Tech N9ne & Madrox)
the real killa?
Who's the mother fucka ya love and I
But in the midst will fuck real millas
ya bitch. We'll jock. You'll trip.
We'll shock with cocked! (This the shit to knock!)
Who am I!?
Amerikilla, gorilla, the Juggalizzle my
With Psychopathic I'm rapping, we set to
Killa killa, the realla, banana I feela
Nigga with a with the infrared 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 worth it
I said I was a killa, not perfect
It's not my that I can't be trusted
And people like me all disgusting
Some will slit necks and skull crushing
And killing people next to nothing 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)