Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial killa 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 doorways to pass
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, that's what us apart
From mother fuckers, not saying no names
But them other mother (They ain't family!)
And say I'm sick, too sick.
Well how do you get
When you see a chest without a knife buried in it
Wait a minute, an axe
I wanna your ribcage in half
For every time you laughed on our
Will you let me another to redefine
The mind of a killa
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
2: (Monoxide Child)
Could it be the blood? it's the blood you like
Or maybe it's my blatant disregard for
Most people are to deny it
But not me
I keep it old school like a mink
Rusty blade, at least 12
With the tipped off from stabbin' too many bitches
I'm digging with a mental mind state
???
ya ?? on the head of my axe
And pray to god I don't split you in like train tracks
I can't control it, so I just put it in my
And hopefully other can use it
Don't confuse it with the old game
Cause the that I kick could put a glitch in your 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 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 fucka ya and I hate
But in the midst fuck 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
With I'm rapping, we set to gangrene
Killa killa, the realla, banana fanna I
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 even it
I said I was a killa, not perfect
It's not my that I can't be trusted
And people like me all disgusting
will slit necks and into skull crushing
And killing people over next to nothing fucker!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit outta my mind like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)