Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial that attracts you?
And makes this music that you can an axe to
Taking you through a hallway to a black room
No walls or ceilings, just to pass through
You choose: are always nice
But razorblades and are way more precise
When it to cutting, this shit here is an art
And we finish we start, that's what separates us apart
From other mother fuckers, not 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 knife buried in it
Wait a minute, an axe
I wanna smash ribcage in half
For every you laughed on our behalf
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 it's my blatant for life
people are afraid to deny it
But not me
I keep it old like a mink coat
Rusty blade, at least 12
With the cracked off from stabbin' too many bitches
I'm digging with a mental mind state
???
Throw ya ?? on the of my axe
And pray to god I don't split you in half like tracks
I control it, so I just put it in my music
And hopefully other can use it
Don't confuse it with the old game
Cause the shit 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 mind like
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Verse 3: (Tech N9ne & Madrox)
Who's the killa?
the mother fucka ya love and I hate
But in the midst will fuck with real
ya bitch. We'll jock. You'll 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 millimeter the infrared beam
The axe is family, and for the
I use the axe to your anatomy
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 me aren't all disgusting
Some will slit necks and skull crushing
And killing over 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)