Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

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

Dressed in black, I stalk my
Parabellum in a attache
Low tones I speak, I to few
Just me the money and who the fuck to do
Four blocks away my clean
scope on a silence carbine
Place my hairs on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, watch the fly
Violent? Yeah, you call me that
Insane? You're on the track
But turn the sounds up so I can amped
Do another crew and break
The way I sleep is in a cold sweat
You say I'm crazy? You ain't see yet
'Cause I love to kill and for fun
The goes off like a handgun
It's goin' down now grab girl, hops
No excuses when the bodies begin to
Look in my face, fool, it look I'm playin'
Don't become victim of mic slayin'

What's up? You your feet in some concrete?
I got some brothers that'll do you for gold
But the time I move, I move alone
Take a bat, your motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the face a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get
'Cause I'm hard as come, I come correct
You can't handle the hit eject
If not you get out my face, sucker
Or else you better be a bullet ducker
I'm a rip shop, tell that ass drop
Five O ice, yo fuck a cop
'Cause I move hard and with a gangster stroll
Five thousand dollar and fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no 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, somebody's die
E hits the switch and thousands of connect
With the that's in my fist
I see a sucka in the third row, to riff
A and a half he's stiff
I start bustin' off barrages ear
grab for their children, tears fly
I'm like a psycho in the zone
Speakers blown, gone, I can't be touched
Once my lyrics to fly
Simple stage radiation could you die
You got a prob nigga, you think your rep's
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 off another lyrical nightmare
Parents hate the ice, you think I care?
Well, I don't give a 'cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, still bust the ill
So now it's time for crime and the rhyme is
Track the hide from the punchline
I with quickness, microphone fitness
The stay off the shit list