Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm microphone
This is it, words from a bomb
Attack speed, fast as an
Raise the heat, light the
Overload, it might a blackout
end, there's no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, from the gunfire
Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the
As I commence to
Eject another clip and drip
Face of danger, increasin'
Point blank, I smoke 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 rubber
Blood's on my gear from caps peeled
About a away I sit up, look back
It wasn't nothin' but a contract

Dressed in black, I stalk my
Parabellum in a leather
Low tones I speak, I to few
Just give me the and who the fuck to do
Four blocks away my aim's
Night scope on a carbine
Place my cross hairs on my eye
Squeeze the trigger, 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 crew and break camp
The way I sleep is in a cold sweat
You say I'm You ain't see shit yet
'Cause I love to kill and for fun
The goes off like a handgun
It's goin' now grab your girl, hops
No excuses the bodies begin to drop
Look in my face, fool, it 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 the time I move, I move alone
a bat, break your motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the face 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 hit eject
If not you get out my face, sucker
Or else you better be a good bullet
'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 dollar and fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no more on it
Pinky ring, worth a house, if I to pawn it
What's up now You start to choke up?
You try to on the ice, you'll get broke up

Midnight, time for a
Showtime, gonna die
E hits the switch and of volts connect
With the weapon in my fist
I see a in the third row, tryin' to riff
A paragraph and a he's stiff
I start off barrages ear high
grab for their children, tears fly
I'm a psycho in the microphone zone
blown, mind gone, I can't be touched
Once my begin to fly
Simple stage could make you die
You got a prob nigga, you think your bigger?
Hold your heard right there while I squeeze the
'Cause I'm a motherfucker, that's no joke
My favorite smell is the of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off lyrical nightmare
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 movement hide from the
I with quickness, microphone fitness
The stay off the shit list