Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it a serial killa that attracts you?
And makes this music that you can an axe to
Taking you back through a hallway to a black
No walls or ceilings, just doorways to through
You choose: chainsaws are nice
But razorblades and are way more precise
When it comes to cutting, shit here is an art
And we finish we start, that's what separates us apart
other mother fuckers, not saying no names
But them 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 your ribcage in half
For time you laughed on our behalf
Will you let me another to redefine
The of a serial killa
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit outta my mind like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
2: (Monoxide Child)
Could it be the blood? it's the blood you like
Or maybe it's my disregard for life
Most are afraid to deny it
But not me
I keep it old school a mink coat
Rusty blade, at 12 inches
With the tipped cracked off from too many bitches
I'm digging with a mental 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 just put it in my
And other killas can use it
confuse it with the same old game
Cause the shit that I kick could put a glitch in 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!
looped outta my mind 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 midst will with real millas
ya bitch. We'll jock. You'll trip.
We'll with pistol cocked! (This the shit to knock!)
Who am I!?
Amerikilla, gorilla, the my nizzle
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 separate your
Ain't no 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 and into skull crushing
And killing people over to nothing mother fucker!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my mind Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)