Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial killa that you?
And makes this music you can sharpen an axe to
you back through a hallway to a black room
No walls or ceilings, just doorways to pass
You chainsaws 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 mother fuckers, not saying no
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 knife buried in it
a minute, gimme an axe
I wanna smash ribcage in half
For every time you laughed on our
Will you let me another chance to
The mind of a 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 the blood you like
Or maybe it's my disregard for life
Most people are to deny it
But not me
I keep it old school like a coat
blade, at least 12 inches
With the cracked off from stabbin' too many bitches
I'm digging ditches with a mind state
???
ya ?? on the head of my axe
And pray to god I don't split you in half like train
I can't control it, so I just put it in my
And other killas can use it
Don't confuse it with the old game
the shit that I kick could put a glitch in your mainframe
Wicked to the 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 real
Who's the mother fucka ya and I hate
But in the midst will with real millas
ya bitch. We'll jock. You'll trip.
We'll shock 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 I feela
Nigga with a millimeter 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 ain't even worth it
I said I was a 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 next to nothing fucker!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
looped outta my mind like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)