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 through a hallway to a black room
No walls or ceilings, doorways to pass through
You choose: are always nice
But and knives are way more precise
When it comes to cutting, this shit is an art
And we finish we start, that's what separates us apart
From other fuckers, not saying no names
But them other fuckers (They ain't family!)
And say I'm sick, too sick.
how sick do you get
When you see a chest without a butcher 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 looped 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 you like
Or it's my blatant disregard for life
Most people are afraid to 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 mind
???
ya ?? on the head of my axe
And pray to god I don't split you in half like train
I control it, so I just put it in my music
And other killas 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 me in the dark if you think I'm playing, what!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my mind 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 ya love and I hate
But in the midst will fuck 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 Juggalizzle my
Psychopathic I'm rapping, we set to gangrene
Killa killa, the realla, banana fanna I
Nigga with a millimeter with the infrared
The axe is family, and for the
I use the axe to your anatomy
Ain't no mad at me, the shit ain't even worth it
I said I was a serial killa, not
not my fault that I can't be trusted
And people me aren't all disgusting
Some will necks and into skull crushing
And killing people next to nothing mother fucker!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped my mind like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)