Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm napalm
is it, words from a time bomb
Attack speed, fast as an
the heat, light the gasoline
Overload, it might cause a
end, there's no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, duck from the
Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the
As I to wreck
Eject clip and drip sweat
Face of danger, anger
Point blank, I smoke stranger
Grip the mic tight, I see the brake
Hit the back door, I lay down cross the
E's on the wheels, he makes the squeal
on my gear from caps I've peeled
About a block away I sit up, look
It wasn't nothin' but a microphone

in black, I stalk my prey
Parabellum in a attache
Low I speak, I speak to few
Just me the money and who the fuck to do
Four blocks my aim's clean
Night scope on a silence
my cross hairs on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, watch the fly
Violent? Yeah, you could me that
Insane? You're on the right
But turn the sounds up so I can stay
Do another crew and camp
The only way I is in a cold sweat
You say I'm crazy? You ain't see yet
'Cause I love to kill and for fun
The microphone off like a handgun
goin' down now grab your girl, hops
No excuses when the begin to drop
Look in my face, fool, it look I'm playin'
Don't become another of mic slayin'

up? You want your feet in some concrete?
I got some brothers do you for gold teeth
But the time I move, I move alone
Take a bat, break your motherfuckin'
Shoot you dead in the face a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice get soft
'Cause I'm hard as they come, I correct
You handle the vandal hit eject
If not you get out my face, sucker
Or else you better be a bullet ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, that ass drop
Five O ice, yo a damn cop
'Cause I move hard and cold with a stroll
Five thousand dollar and fly gold
Rolex, you fit no more diamonds on it
Pinky ring, a house, if I decide to pawn it
What's up now punk? You to choke up?
You try to move on the ice, you'll get up

Midnight, for a homicide
Showtime, gonna die
E hits the switch and of volts connect
With the weapon that's in my
I see a sucka in the third row, tryin' to
A paragraph and a he's stiff
I bustin' off barrages ear high
grab for their children, tears fly
I'm like a psycho in the zone
Speakers blown, mind gone, I can't be
Once my begin to fly
stage radiation could make you die
You got a nigga, you think your rep's bigger?
Hold your heard right there while I the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no
My favorite is the aroma of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off another lyrical
Parents hate the ice, you think I care?
Well, I don't a fuck 'cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, still bust the ill
So now it's time for and the rhyme is mine
the movement hide from the punchline
I rhyme with quickness, fitness
The assassinator stay off the shit