Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial killa that you?
And makes music that you can sharpen an axe to
Taking you back through a to a black room
No walls or ceilings, just doorways to through
You choose: chainsaws are nice
But razorblades and knives are way more
When it comes to cutting, this here is an art
And we what we start, that's what separates us apart
From mother 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 knife in it
a minute, gimme an axe
I wanna smash ribcage in half
For every you laughed on our behalf
Will you let me another chance to
The mind of a serial
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my mind 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 maybe it's my blatant for life
Most people are afraid to it
But not me
I keep it old school like a coat
blade, at least 12 inches
With the tipped cracked off from too many bitches
I'm digging with a mental mind state
???
Throw ya ?? on the of my axe
And pray to god I split you in half like train tracks
I can't it, so I just put it in my music
And hopefully killas can use it
confuse it with the same old game
Cause the shit that I kick could put a glitch in your
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 N9ne & Madrox)
the real killa?
Who's the fucka ya love and I hate
But in the midst will fuck with 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 Psychopathic I'm rapping, we set to
Killa killa, the realla, banana fanna I
Nigga with a with the infrared beam
The axe is family, and for the
I use the axe to separate anatomy
Ain't no being mad at me, the shit ain't worth it
I said I was a killa, not perfect
not my fault that I can't be trusted
And like me aren't all disgusting
Some slit necks and into skull crushing
And killing over 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)