Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm microphone
This is it, words from a time
speed, fast as an F-fifteen
Raise the heat, the gasoline
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 commence to
another clip and drip sweat
Face of danger, anger
blank, I smoke another stranger
Grip the mic tight, I see the 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
About a away I sit up, look back
It wasn't nothin' but a microphone

Dressed in black, I my prey
Parabellum in a attache
Low I speak, I speak to few
Just give me the and who the fuck to do
blocks away my aim's clean
Night scope on a carbine
Place my hairs on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, the brains fly
Violent? Yeah, you could me that
Insane? You're on the track
But turn the sounds up so I can stay
Do another crew and break
The only way I is in a cold sweat
You say I'm crazy? You ain't see yet
'Cause I to kill and kill 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'
become another victim of mic slayin'

What's up? You want your feet in some
I got some brothers that'll do you for gold
But the time I move, I move alone
Take a bat, break motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the with a sawed off
One ten degrees, ice don't get soft
I'm hard as they come, I come correct
You can't handle the vandal hit
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
I move hard and cold with a gangster stroll
Five dollar suits and fly gold
Rolex, you fit no more diamonds on it
Pinky ring, a house, if I decide to pawn it
What's up now punk? You to choke up?
You try to on the ice, you'll get broke up

Midnight, for a homicide
Showtime, somebody's die
E the switch and thousands of volts connect
With the weapon that's in my
I see a sucka in the third row, to riff
A paragraph and a half stiff
I start bustin' off ear high
Mothers grab for children, tears fly
I'm a psycho in the microphone zone
Speakers blown, mind gone, I can't be
Once my lyrics to fly
Simple radiation could make you die
You got a prob nigga, you your rep's bigger?
Hold your heard right there while I squeeze the
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no
My smell is the aroma of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off lyrical nightmare
Parents hate the ice, you that I care?
Well, I don't give a fuck I rhyme tough
Drop science, still the ill stuff
So now it's for crime and the rhyme is mine
the movement hide from the punchline
I with quickness, microphone fitness
The assassinator stay off the list