Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it a serial killa that attracts you?
And makes this that you can sharpen an axe to
Taking you back a hallway to a black room
No walls or ceilings, just to pass through
You chainsaws are always nice
But razorblades and knives are way precise
When it comes to cutting, this here is an art
And we finish what we start, that's 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 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
Will you let me another chance to
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
people are afraid 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 too many bitches
I'm digging ditches with a mind state
???
Throw ya ?? on the of my axe
And pray to god I don't split you in half like tracks
I can't control it, so I just put it in my
And hopefully other can use it
confuse it with the same old game
Cause the that I kick could put a glitch in your mainframe
Wicked to the 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 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 ya love and I hate
But in the will fuck with real millas
Trust ya bitch. jock. You'll 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 with 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 said I was a killa, not perfect
It's not my fault that I be trusted
And people me aren't all disgusting
will slit necks and into skull crushing
And killing people next to nothing 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)