Luyện nghe bài hát Homicidal

Maniac the is Swift
Homicidal the title, to a life as a gift
Cold crush, rhyme, rhyme, lady, scratch, and music maker
Bounce an' MC on the court a ball player
Proven by the on the mike as I extend the cut
Making music, as the girls move and shale their
Suckers with the heart, try to battle cheat me
can't compete, nor they defeat, or even beat me
With the silly rhymes they spond
When the mike catches fire, it will melt and
I'll use the court as a whip, as I teach this lesson
I'll whipe the knowledga in your head, so you can't stop
Who's the best MC the MIC, SWIFT
lyrics by me, will leave you violated
Make your body get the shiversq, dilated
perpetrate, and try to dis me
That's why the suckers me like TV
of the fittest, is very vital
Got my on auto, boy, I'm homicidal

Dangerous, mike and ill
My peotry is my ammo, and it's to kill
I'll put your head out with a quickness if we battle you
make you wish you were in prison, sitting on death row
Chrome plated, highly polished, and I'm running the
I penetrate, like a point
Homicidal, is what I in my mind
I have 100 ways to you while I'm saying this rhyme
Perpetrators, can't even compare to
I the hammer, pull the trigger and dis
Sucker MCs biting like these
I'll point my in your face and then I'll start to squeeze
Your mind get's nervous, your is cold sweating
a butt-kickings, what you're getting
I a rough life from kid to a man
When I think of I've done I say "Damn !"
What's the deal, you it's real
Always feeling illy ill, my mind just says
I'm never wrong, again I'm not right ya'll
I'm homicidal

Swift the name, MCs the game,
To dis a sucker MC is the claim of my
I like to grabthem by the face, punching in the neck
Burning up their stale rhymes, 'till they me respect
destruction is a code, causing rapper's commotion
Setting world on like a TNT explosion
Rhyme, not a song, I neither sang nor I
I can cut a man to shreds, or break a tree my tongue
Got my on a poster, wanted dead or alive
Reward "duckies" four thousand or five
If you to take the "duckies" wish yourself a good luck
'cause I kill in cold bood and I don't give a
Come along or your posse, play brave and the bold
be rocking, cold shocking, 'till I'm 80 years old
Proud and I'm black, squeezers no slack
I'm even deadlier then PCP and crack
I'm the mercenary, killing at will
I hate it the brothers are acting ill
time to get busy, and fight ya'll
Word, I'm