Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

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

Dressed in black, I stalk my
Parabellum in a leather
Low I speak, I speak to few
Just give me the money and who the to do
blocks away my aim's clean
Night scope on a carbine
Place my cross on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, watch the fly
Violent? Yeah, you could me that
Insane? You're on the track
But turn the sounds up so I can stay
Do another crew and camp
The only way I sleep is in a cold
You say I'm crazy? You see shit yet
'Cause I to kill and kill for fun
The microphone goes off like a
goin' down now grab your girl, hops
No excuses when the bodies to drop
Look in my face, fool, it look I'm playin'
Don't become 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 time I move, I move
Take a bat, break your motherfuckin'
Shoot you in the face with a sawed off
One ten degrees, ice don't get soft
'Cause I'm hard as come, I come correct
You can't handle the hit eject
If not you better get out my face,
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 with a gangster stroll
Five thousand dollar suits and fly
Rolex, you can't fit no more on it
Pinky ring, worth a house, if I to pawn it
What's up now punk? You start to up?
You try to on the ice, you'll get broke up

Midnight, time for a
Showtime, somebody's die
E hits the switch and thousands of volts
With the weapon in my fist
I see a sucka in the third row, to riff
A paragraph and a half he's
I start bustin' off barrages ear
Mothers grab for their children, fly
I'm like a psycho in the microphone
Speakers blown, mind gone, I can't be
Once my begin to fly
stage radiation could make you die
You got a prob nigga, you think rep's bigger?
Hold your heard right there while I squeeze the
'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 that I
Well, I give a fuck 'cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, still the ill stuff
So now it's time for crime and the is mine
Track the hide from the punchline
I with quickness, microphone fitness
The assassinator stay off the shit