Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm napalm
This is it, words from a time
Attack speed, as an F-fifteen
Raise the heat, the gasoline
Overload, it cause a blackout
end, there's no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, duck from the
glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I to wreck
Eject clip and drip sweat
of danger, increasin' anger
Point blank, I smoke stranger
Grip the mic tight, I see the brake
Hit the door, I lay down cross the floor
E's on the wheels, he makes the rubber
Blood's on my gear from caps peeled
a block away I sit up, look back
It wasn't nothin' but a microphone

Dressed in black, I stalk my
in a leather attache
Low tones I speak, I to few
give me the money and who the fuck to do
Four blocks away my clean
Night scope on a carbine
Place my cross on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, the brains fly
Violent? Yeah, you call me that
Insane? on the right track
But the sounds up so I can stay amped
Do crew and break camp
The way I sleep is in a cold sweat
You say I'm crazy? You see shit yet
'Cause I love to kill and for fun
The microphone off like a handgun
It's goin' now grab your girl, hops
No excuses when the bodies to drop
in my face, fool, it look like I'm playin'
Don't another victim of mic slayin'

What's up? You want your feet in concrete?
I got some brothers that'll do you for teeth
But most the time I move, I move
Take a bat, break your motherfuckin'
Shoot you dead in the with a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice get soft
'Cause I'm hard as they come, I correct
You can't 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 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, you'll get up

Midnight, time for a
Showtime, gonna die
E hits the switch and of volts connect
With the weapon that's in my
I see a sucka in the third row, tryin' to
A paragraph and a he's stiff
I bustin' off barrages ear high
Mothers for their children, tears fly
I'm like a in the microphone zone
Speakers blown, gone, I can't be touched
Once my begin to fly
Simple stage radiation could you die
You got a prob nigga, you your rep's bigger?
Hold heard right there while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a motherfucker, that's no joke
My smell is the aroma of gunsmoke
I'm off another lyrical nightmare
hate the ice, you think that 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 movement hide the punchline
I rhyme with quickness, fitness
The assassinator stay off the shit