Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm napalm
This is it, words a time bomb
Attack speed, fast as an
Raise the heat, the gasoline
Overload, it cause a blackout
end, there's no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, duck from the
Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the
As I commence to
another clip and drip sweat
Face of danger, increasin'
Point blank, I smoke another
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 I've 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
Just give me the money and who the to do
Four away my aim's clean
Night on a silence carbine
Place my hairs on my vic's eye
the trigger, watch the brains fly
Violent? Yeah, you could me that
You're on the right 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 to kill and kill for fun
The goes 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 like I'm
Don't become another of mic slayin'

What's up? You your feet in some concrete?
I got some that'll do you for gold teeth
But most the time I move, I alone
Take a bat, break motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the face a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get
'Cause I'm as they come, I come correct
You can't the vandal hit eject
If not you better get out my face,
Or you better be a good bullet ducker
I'm a rip shop, tell that ass drop
Five O ice, yo a damn cop
I move hard and cold with a gangster stroll
Five thousand suits and fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no more on it
Pinky ring, a house, if I decide to pawn 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, somebody's die
E hits the switch and thousands of connect
With the that's in my fist
I see a in the third row, tryin' to riff
A paragraph and a half he's
I start off barrages ear high
Mothers for their children, tears fly
I'm like a psycho in the zone
Speakers blown, gone, I can't be touched
my lyrics begin to fly
Simple stage radiation make you die
You got a prob nigga, you think your rep's
Hold heard right there while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, no joke
My favorite smell is the of gunsmoke
I'm off another lyrical nightmare
Parents hate the ice, you think that I
Well, I don't give a fuck 'cause I rhyme
Drop science, still bust the ill
So now it's time for and the rhyme is mine
Track the movement from the punchline
I with quickness, microphone fitness
The stay off the shit list