Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial that attracts you?
And makes this that you can sharpen an axe to
Taking you back through a to a black room
No walls or ceilings, just to pass through
You choose: chainsaws are nice
But razorblades and knives are way precise
When it comes to cutting, shit here is an art
And we finish what we start, that's separates us apart
other mother fuckers, not saying no names
But them other mother (They ain't family!)
And say I'm sick, too sick.
Well how do you get
When you see a chest without a butcher knife in it
Wait a minute, an axe
I wanna your ribcage in half
For time you laughed on our behalf
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? 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 a mink coat
Rusty blade, at least 12
With the tipped cracked off from stabbin' too bitches
I'm digging ditches with a mental mind
???
Throw ya ?? on the of my axe
And pray to god I don't you in half like train tracks
I can't it, so I just put it in my music
And hopefully other can use it
Don't confuse it the same old game
Cause the that I kick could put a glitch in your 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 like
(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 love and I
But in the will fuck with real millas
Trust ya bitch. jock. You'll trip.
shock 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 I feela
Nigga with a millimeter the infrared beam
The axe is family, and for the
I use the axe to separate your
no being mad at me, the shit ain't even worth it
I I was a serial killa, not perfect
It's not my fault I can't be trusted
And people like me aren't all
Some will slit and into skull crushing
And killing people next to nothing mother fucker!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)