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 hallway to a room
No walls or ceilings, just doorways to pass
You choose: chainsaws are always
But razorblades and knives are way 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 them other 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
Wait a minute, an axe
I wanna smash your 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 outta my mind like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
2: (Monoxide Child)
Could it be the Maybe it's the blood you like
Or maybe it's my disregard for life
Most people are to deny it
But not me
I it old school like a mink coat
blade, at least 12 inches
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 tracks
I can't it, so I just put it in my music
And hopefully other can use it
Don't confuse it with the same old
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 like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Verse 3: (Tech & Jamie Madrox)
Who's the killa?
Who's the mother fucka ya and I hate
But in the midst fuck with real millas
Trust ya bitch. We'll jock. trip.
We'll with pistol cocked! (This the shit to knock!)
Who am I!?
Amerikilla, gorilla, the Juggalizzle my
With Psychopathic I'm rapping, we set to
killa, the realla, banana fanna I feela
Nigga a millimeter with the infrared beam
The axe is family, and for the
I use the axe to separate your
Ain't no being mad at me, the shit ain't even it
I I was a serial killa, not perfect
It's not my fault I can't be trusted
And people me aren't all disgusting
Some will necks and into skull crushing
And killing people over next to mother fucker!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit outta my mind like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)