Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm napalm
This is it, from a time bomb
speed, fast as an F-fifteen
Raise the heat, light the
Overload, it cause a blackout
end, there's no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, duck from the
Broken glass, car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I to wreck
Eject another clip and sweat
Face of danger, anger
Point blank, I another stranger
Grip the mic tight, I see the lights
Hit the back door, I lay down the floor
E's on the wheels, he makes the squeal
Blood's on my gear from I've peeled
About a block away I sit up, back
It nothin' but a microphone contract

Dressed in black, I my prey
Parabellum in a attache
Low tones I speak, I to few
Just give me the money and who the to do
Four away my aim's clean
scope on a silence carbine
Place my cross hairs on my eye
Squeeze the trigger, watch the fly
Violent? Yeah, you could call me
You're on the right track
But turn the up so I can stay amped
Do another crew and break
The only way I sleep is in a sweat
You say I'm You ain't see shit yet
'Cause I love to and kill for fun
The microphone off like a handgun
It's goin' down now grab your girl,
No excuses when the bodies to drop
Look in my face, fool, it look like I'm
become another victim of mic slayin'

What's up? You want your in some concrete?
I got some brothers that'll do you for teeth
But the time I move, I move alone
Take a bat, break motherfuckin' dome
you dead in the face with a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get
'Cause I'm hard as they come, I correct
You can't handle the hit eject
If not you get out my face, sucker
Or you better be a good bullet ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, tell ass drop
O ice, yo fuck a damn cop
'Cause I move and cold with a gangster stroll
Five thousand suits 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 You start to choke up?
You try to move on the ice, 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 and a half he's stiff
I start bustin' off barrages ear
Mothers grab for their children, fly
I'm like a psycho in the microphone
Speakers blown, mind gone, I can't be
my lyrics begin to fly
Simple stage could make you die
You got a nigga, you think your rep's bigger?
Hold your heard right there I squeeze the trigger
I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no joke
My favorite is the aroma of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off another lyrical
Parents the ice, you think that I care?
Well, I give a fuck 'cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, still the ill stuff
So now it's time for and the rhyme is mine
Track the hide from the punchline
I rhyme with quickness, microphone
The assassinator stay off the list