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
you back through a hallway to a black room
No walls or ceilings, just doorways to through
You choose: are always nice
But razorblades and knives are way precise
it comes to cutting, this shit here 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.
Well how do you get
When you see a chest a butcher knife buried in it
Wait a minute, an axe
I wanna smash ribcage in half
For every time you laughed on our
Will you let me chance to redefine
The mind of a serial
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
looped outta 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 blood you
Or maybe my blatant disregard for life
Most people are to deny it
But not me
I keep it old school a mink coat
Rusty blade, at 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 tracks
I can't control it, so I 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
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 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 midst will fuck with millas
ya bitch. We'll jock. You'll trip.
We'll shock with cocked! (This the shit 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 millimeter with the infrared
The axe is family, and for the
I use the axe to separate your
Ain't no being mad at me, the ain't even worth it
I I was a serial killa, not perfect
not my fault that I can't be trusted
And people like me all disgusting
Some will slit necks and into skull
And killing people over next to 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)