Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm napalm
This is it, words from a time
speed, fast as an F-fifteen
Raise the heat, the gasoline
Overload, it cause a blackout
Dead end, there's no chance to out
Hit the tripwire, from the gunfire
Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the
As I commence to
another clip and drip sweat
Face of danger, anger
Point blank, I smoke stranger
the mic tight, I see the brake lights
Hit the door, I lay down cross the floor
E's on the wheels, he makes the squeal
Blood's on my gear from caps peeled
About a block away I sit up, look
It wasn't nothin' but a contract

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

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

Midnight, time for a
Showtime, gonna die
E hits the and thousands of volts connect
the weapon that's in my fist
I see a sucka in the third row, tryin' to
A and a half he's stiff
I start off barrages ear high
Mothers grab for their children, fly
I'm a psycho in the microphone zone
Speakers blown, mind gone, I can't be
Once my lyrics to fly
Simple radiation could make you die
You got a prob nigga, you think rep's bigger?
Hold your heard there while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no
My favorite is the aroma of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off another nightmare
Parents hate the ice, you that I care?
Well, I don't give a fuck 'cause I rhyme
science, still bust the ill stuff
So now it's for crime and the rhyme is mine
Track the hide from the punchline
I rhyme quickness, microphone fitness
The assassinator stay off the list