Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial killa attracts you?
And makes music that you can sharpen an axe to
Taking you back through a hallway to a black
No walls or ceilings, just to pass through
You choose: chainsaws are nice
But razorblades and are way more precise
When it comes to cutting, this shit is an art
And we what we start, that's 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.
Well how do you get
When you see a chest without a knife buried in it
a minute, gimme an axe
I smash your ribcage in half
For every time you on our behalf
Will you let me another to redefine
The mind of a serial
(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 it's the you like
Or maybe my blatant disregard for life
Most people are afraid to it
But not me
I keep it old like a mink coat
Rusty blade, at least 12
With the tipped cracked off from stabbin' too many
I'm ditches with a mental mind state
???
ya ?? on the head of my axe
And pray to god I split you in half like train tracks
I can't control it, so I put it in my music
And other killas can use it
Don't confuse it the same old game
the shit that I kick could put a glitch in your mainframe
Wicked to the I am
And you can meet me in the 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 & Jamie Madrox)
Who's the killa?
Who's the mother fucka ya and I hate
But in the midst will fuck real millas
Trust ya bitch. jock. You'll trip.
We'll shock pistol cocked! (This the shit to knock!)
Who am I!?
Amerikilla, gorilla, the my nizzle
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 ain't even worth it
I I was a serial killa, not perfect
It's not my that I can't be trusted
And people like me all disgusting
Some slit necks and into skull crushing
And people over next to nothing 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)