Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial killa that attracts
And makes this music that you can an axe to
Taking you back through a to a black room
No walls or ceilings, doorways to pass through
You choose: chainsaws are always
But razorblades and knives are way precise
When it comes to cutting, shit here is an art
And we what 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.
Well how do you get
When you see a chest without a butcher buried in it
a minute, gimme an axe
I wanna smash ribcage in half
For every time you on our behalf
you let me another chance 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 blood you
Or maybe my blatant disregard for life
Most people are afraid to it
But not me
I keep it old school like a coat
blade, at least 12 inches
With the tipped cracked off from 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 you in half like train tracks
I can't control it, so I just put it in my
And other killas can use it
confuse it with the same old game
Cause the shit that I kick 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!
looped outta my mind like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Verse 3: (Tech N9ne & Madrox)
the real killa?
Who's the mother fucka ya love and I
But in the midst will with real millas
Trust ya bitch. We'll jock. trip.
shock with pistol cocked! (This the shit to knock!)
Who am I!?
Amerikilla, gorilla, the my nizzle
Psychopathic I'm rapping, we set to gangrene
Killa killa, the realla, fanna I feela
Nigga with a millimeter the infrared beam
The axe is family, and for the
I use the axe to your anatomy
Ain't no mad at me, the shit 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 will slit necks and into crushing
And killing people over next to mother fucker!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my mind Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)