Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm microphone
This is it, words a time bomb
speed, fast as an F-fifteen
Raise the heat, light the
Overload, it cause a blackout
Dead end, no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, from the gunfire
Broken glass, car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I to wreck
Eject another clip and sweat
of danger, increasin' anger
Point blank, I smoke another
Grip the mic tight, I see the lights
Hit the back door, I lay down the floor
E's on the wheels, he makes the squeal
Blood's on my gear from I've peeled
About a block away I sit up, look
It wasn't nothin' but a microphone

Dressed in black, I stalk my
Parabellum in a leather
Low I speak, I speak to few
give me the money and who the fuck to do
Four blocks away my clean
Night scope on a silence
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 the sounds up so I can stay amped
Do crew and break camp
The only way I sleep is in a 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
It's goin' down now grab 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 feet in some concrete?
I got brothers that'll do you for gold teeth
But most the time I move, I alone
Take a bat, break motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you in the face with a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get
I'm hard as they come, I come correct
You can't the vandal hit eject
If not you get out my face, sucker
Or else you better be a good bullet
I'm a rip shop, tell that ass drop
Five O ice, yo fuck a cop
I move hard and cold with a gangster stroll
Five thousand dollar and fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no diamonds on it
ring, worth a house, if I decide to pawn it
What's up now punk? You start to up?
You try to move on the ice, get broke up

Midnight, for a homicide
Showtime, somebody's die
E hits the switch and thousands of connect
the weapon that's in my fist
I see a in the third row, tryin' to riff
A paragraph and a half he's
I bustin' off barrages ear high
Mothers grab for their children, fly
I'm like a psycho in the microphone
Speakers blown, mind gone, I be touched
my lyrics begin to fly
Simple stage radiation make you die
You got a prob nigga, you think rep's bigger?
Hold your right there while I squeeze the trigger
I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no joke
My smell 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 'cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, bust the ill stuff
So now time for crime and the rhyme is mine
Track the movement from the punchline
I rhyme with quickness, microphone
The assassinator stay off the list