Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm napalm
This is it, words from a time
Attack speed, as an F-fifteen
Raise the heat, light the
Overload, it might cause a
Dead end, no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, duck the gunfire
Broken glass, car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I to wreck
Eject another and drip sweat
Face of danger, increasin'
Point blank, I smoke stranger
Grip the mic tight, I see the lights
Hit the back door, I lay cross the floor
E's on the wheels, he the rubber squeal
Blood's on my gear from caps I've
About a block I sit up, look back
It wasn't but a microphone 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 away my aim's
Night on a silence carbine
Place my hairs on my vic's eye
the trigger, watch the brains fly
Violent? Yeah, you call me that
Insane? on the right track
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 You ain't see shit yet
'Cause I love to kill and for fun
The microphone off like a handgun
It's goin' down now grab your girl,
No when the bodies begin to drop
Look in my face, fool, it look I'm playin'
Don't become another of mic slayin'

What's up? You want your feet in concrete?
I got brothers that'll do you for gold teeth
But the time I move, I move alone
Take a bat, your motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you in the face with a sawed off
One ten degrees, ice don't get soft
'Cause I'm hard as they come, I come
You handle the vandal hit eject
If not you better get out my face,
Or you better be a good bullet ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, tell that ass
Five O ice, yo fuck a cop
'Cause I move hard and with a gangster stroll
Five thousand suits and fly gold
Rolex, you fit no more diamonds on it
Pinky ring, worth a house, if I decide to it
What's up now punk? You to choke 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
With the weapon in my fist
I see a in the third row, tryin' to riff
A and a half he's stiff
I start off barrages ear high
grab for their children, tears fly
I'm a psycho in the microphone zone
Speakers blown, mind gone, I be touched
Once my begin to fly
Simple stage radiation could you die
You got a prob nigga, you think your rep's
Hold your heard right while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no
My favorite smell is the aroma of
I'm bustin' off lyrical nightmare
hate the ice, you think that I care?
Well, I don't give a fuck I rhyme tough
science, still bust 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