Luyện nghe bài hát Cereal Killer

Yeah, murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
I'm to kill

Slowly I turn, step by step through the back window, I
as a mouse on a set while everybody in the house slept
I disconnect the and the rest find a butcher knife
Cut the power lines to the lights now a nigga wild for the
I like the living death, straight from the dirt
Back to avenge his own death on this

heard of Jason, then you know my work
Down to the basement, the dog get it
I help myself, my thoughts ain't my own
The voices in my head won't leave me alone
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
on the car seats, flattenin' the wheels
So there's no from the fate that awaits
No one to witness the horror taking

Yeah, now I'm on my way up the
To the bedroom on my prey
Heads will be hung the chimney with care
With hopes the police soon will be here
I'm a

Yo, yo
Fuck knocking, kick the door, evict the
out, "It's a stickup, hit the floor"
You fish cake niggas, Lipton off
Did your mama name you, or Mrs.
Battle in session, what's up it?
I talk like I walk with a up pivot
Niggas out, "It's just us bitches"
shoot, out the phone booth

I aim at party, hit the wrong group, "Happy birth"
Niggas done snap, hunch back
Ducking, walls, get thumbtacked
So run laps, for I you
out the size, like karate shoes, Doc
Turn Velcro, when night
Central park joggers, bright clothes
Tae Bo, flo's lizard, centipede, snake
I'm a killer, I'm a
is the sound of a cow

Yo, yo
I walk on backs like Mr. Bentley, P P P strips you empty
Gather around, for sound fourth of July was three months ago
Shoulda pad 'em down no one will fold thumbs
And eight fingers to with Joe Young
Tongue below one, dumb, moron
For white boys to on
So whatchu, whatchu, whatchu

Chew spearmint gum two pump
Two cannons, by piece
Your school get dazed G by G
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
Take and screws out ferris wheels
If you ain't Missy, no bills
Body, you and supermarket, no

Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill,

Doc my coat, I'm 'bout to go low
Titanic MC rock the boat
Tone rhyme, microphone sex line
Next time don't forget the step
digital, context is critical
Bomb threat these individuals thats on
So you the ill est nigga in Nebraska? naw
the master, number sixteen, party crasher, Flex

I too much, I drink too much
My don't really give two fucks, about you ducks
We over here Shaolin', what, combust
When I a bag of dust, what a rush, cigar be the dutch
Method Man and Redman, Starsky and
I crush can't trust niggas, niggas can't trust me
I'm a

Cereal, cereal
Cereal, killer
Cereal, cereal
Cereal, killer