Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial killa attracts you?
And makes this that you can sharpen an axe to
Taking you back through a hallway to a black
No or ceilings, just doorways to pass through
You choose: chainsaws are always
But and knives are way more precise
When it comes to cutting, this here is an art
And we finish what we start, that's what 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
When you see a without a butcher knife buried in it
a minute, gimme an axe
I smash your ribcage in half
For every time you laughed on our
Will you let me 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? it's the blood you like
Or maybe it's my blatant for life
people are afraid to deny it
But not me
I keep it old like a mink coat
Rusty blade, at least 12
With the cracked off from stabbin' too many bitches
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 half like train
I can't control it, so I put it in my music
And hopefully killas can use it
Don't confuse it with the same old
Cause the shit that I kick 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!
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 killa?
the mother fucka ya love and I hate
But in the will fuck with real millas
Trust ya bitch. We'll jock. trip.
We'll shock with pistol cocked! (This the to knock!)
Who am I!?
Amerikilla, gorilla, the my nizzle
With 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 your anatomy
Ain't no being mad at me, the shit ain't even it
I said I was a killa, not perfect
It's not my fault I can't be trusted
And people like me aren't all
Some will slit necks and into skull
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)