Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a killa that attracts you?
And makes this music you can sharpen an axe to
Taking you back through a hallway to a black
No walls or ceilings, just doorways to through
You chainsaws are always nice
But razorblades and are way more precise
When it comes to cutting, shit here is an art
And we finish what we start, what separates us apart
From other mother fuckers, not no names
But them other mother fuckers (They family!)
And say I'm sick, too sick.
how sick do you get
When you see a without a butcher knife buried in it
Wait a minute, an axe
I wanna smash your ribcage in
For time you laughed on our behalf
Will you let me another to redefine
The mind of a killa
(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 the blood you like
Or maybe it's my blatant for life
Most people are to deny it
But not me
I keep it old school a mink coat
blade, at least 12 inches
With the tipped cracked off from stabbin' too bitches
I'm ditches with a mental mind state
???
Throw ya ?? on the of my axe
And pray to god I don't you in half like train tracks
I can't control it, so I just put it in my
And hopefully killas can use it
confuse it with the same old game
Cause the shit that I kick could put a glitch in mainframe
to the bone I am
And you can meet me in the dark if you 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 & Jamie Madrox)
the real killa?
Who's the fucka ya love and I hate
But in the midst will with real millas
Trust ya bitch. jock. You'll trip.
We'll with pistol cocked! (This the shit to knock!)
Who am I!?
Amerikilla, gorilla, the Juggalizzle my
Psychopathic I'm rapping, we set to gangrene
Killa killa, the realla, fanna I feela
Nigga a millimeter with 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 shit ain't worth it
I said I was a serial killa, not
It's not my that I can't be trusted
And people me aren't all disgusting
will slit necks and into skull crushing
And killing over next to nothing mother fucker!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my mind like
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)