Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

[Intro: Sir Robert Bryson Hall, Logic &
Son, you know why you the greatest
Why,
Because you out of my balls, nigga

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody
Even suicide, no fuck
feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and the baby
I'm feelin' I'm chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies

[Verse 1:
I'm out the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah know what I'm about
And I dare you to me
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers me
And that's a little bit of an exaggeration
But I'm full of
And I'm tired of all of this school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you fuckers even Shit
No, this ain't a to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, lame
Like a to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer
Know you feelin' it, I sizzle when I'm spillin' it, I'm myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be himself
Mass murder like this can't be for my health
When I rap like this, do I sound shit?
Well, it really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, I'm killin' shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm this shit
Bobby, how many you been killin' this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga,

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Even suicide, no fuck
feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim

2: Logic]
There's nowhere to hide, we this shit genocide
Hit 'em with (Do-do-do) and they die
We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare clothes
No, we ain't with that
Yeah, there's a time and a
But if you ain't comin' with the of raps
yourself the greatest alive
Then you don't to do that
No, no, oh no, no, do not do that
You get smacked
You gon' make attack
You gon' Bobby Boy snap
You make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an addict a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck
Hold up, a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Even suicide, no fuck
Bobby villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and the baby
I'm feelin' I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Shady

[Verse 3:
like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who write anything
Are getting washed now, chika-chika-chika, like
Young Hova, I know like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers crazy
Unloadin', leave you up in your Rover
Your goes limp and slumps over
A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I
But I rode over my instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars
I'll go for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) like the said
I still think the (Roof!) go over your head (Haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers to get hit
With so foul lines you think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about for people to eat crow
You to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a in sheep clothes
the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T.
Who the best? I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing
'Cause MCs
But you don't wanna hear me spit the
Your shit is ass a tail bone
And you're trapped in your phone
I'ma scratch, I'ma self-loathe
I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap someone else
Used to get beat up by the big
Used to let the big kids my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit
Now money's not a big
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six
Big bills a platypus
A comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke you motherfuckers are scatterin'
everything and I've had it with the inadequate man
I can see my dick is standin' as a mannequin
And I'm bringin' the bandana back in the fuckin' again
The handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not a singular fuck like fuck rap
I like a fuckin' millionaire
With the Darringer with a trigger
to bear hug your fuckin' terrier to "Ric Flair Drip"
And y'all couldn't a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm about to knuckle it, nah fuck it
I'm gonna go the head with a Nantucket

The is the blood of my track that I'm attackin' it
What, Dracula? that shit
I'm up, with a thud-
Man,

[Outro: Chris
Look I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Do all this ya panickin'
And you're lookin' and starin' at
And I'm to Fanagans
Trying to get up a against
All of the
While of all the bana-kazanika in a cabana
in a cab-
I'm in a cabana and a
I'm in a cabana chantin' all this up banter
While you got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
You're the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the boards
While I'm tourin'
You way too many napkins, papkins
and chapki-
You using and napkins while I'm bapkin'
around like a bapkin'

Dammit, a can of p-