Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide

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

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

[Verse 1:
I'm foamin' out the mouth, ain't takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, they know what I'm about
And I dare you to me
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers me
And maybe that's a little bit of an
But I'm full of
And I'm tired of all of this high "he's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you fuckers even Shit
No, this a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's
Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a
Know you it, I sizzle when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin'
Mass like this can't be good for my health
When I rap this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it don't really matter, I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, I'm this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm this shit
Bobby, how time you been killin' this shit?
Find rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

Logic]
rap
Bustin' like an addict a semi-automatic
Who had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in we leavin' nobody alive
suicide, no fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he this
I'm for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim

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

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody
Even suicide, no that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin'
I'm comin' for man and his lady and even the baby
I'm like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim

[Verse 3:
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who write anything
Are washed now, chika-chika-chika, like bathing
Young Hova, I hittas like Yankees
Gun that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', you shot up in your Rover
body goes limp and slumps over
Like in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know I meant
But I over my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' bars down
I'll go for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) the doberman said
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your (Haha)
Beast mode, 'bout to get hit
With so many foul lines you think I'm a free
Figured it was about for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the and I'm the G.O.A.T.
Who the best? I gotta say a fuckin' thing though
'Cause MCs
But you don't wanna hear me the facts
Your is ass like a tail bone
And trapped in your cell phone
I'ma scratch, I'ma self-loathe
I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap else wrote
Used to get up by the big kids
Used to let the big steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit
Now not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six
Big bills like a
A comin' to get the cannabis
I'm for the smoke 'cause you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Batterin' and I've had it with the inadequate man
I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a
And I'm bringin' the bandana back in the fuckin' again
The and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular like fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin'
With the Darringer a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug your fuckin' terrier to "Ric Drip"
And y'all hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm about to bare it, nah fuck it
I'm gonna go upside the with a Nantucket

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

[Outro: D'Elia]
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm to
Do all while ya panickin'
And lookin' and starin' at mannequins
And I'm to Fanagans
Trying to get up a plan
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 stand up banter
While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the
You're lackin' the stamina while divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the floor
While I'm tourin'
You usin' way too napkins, papkins
Lapkins and
You using and napkins while I'm bapkin'
Flappin' around like a

Dammit, a can of p-