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
Dead end, there's no to back out
Hit the tripwire, duck the gunfire
Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the
As I commence to
another clip and drip sweat
Face of danger, anger
Point blank, I smoke another
Grip the mic tight, I see the brake
Hit the back door, I lay down cross the
E's on the wheels, he the rubber squeal
Blood's on my gear from caps peeled
About a block away I sit up, back
It nothin' but a microphone contract

in black, I stalk my prey
Parabellum in a attache
Low tones I speak, I to few
Just give me the and who the fuck to do
Four blocks my aim's clean
Night scope on a silence
Place my cross 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 and break camp
The only way I sleep is in a cold
You say I'm crazy? You see shit yet
I love to kill and kill for fun
The microphone off like a handgun
It's goin' down now grab your girl,
No excuses when the bodies begin to
Look in my face, fool, it like I'm playin'
Don't become victim of mic slayin'

What's up? You want your in some concrete?
I got brothers that'll do you for gold teeth
But the time I move, I move alone
Take a bat, break your dome
Shoot you dead in the face with a off
One ten degrees, ice don't get soft
'Cause I'm 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 ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, that ass drop
Five O ice, yo a damn cop
'Cause I move and cold with a gangster stroll
thousand dollar suits and fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no diamonds on it
Pinky ring, worth a house, if I to pawn it
What's up now punk? You start to up?
You try to on the ice, you'll get broke up

Midnight, for a homicide
Showtime, somebody's 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 psycho in the 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 rep's bigger?
Hold your heard right there while I the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, no joke
My smell is the aroma of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off another nightmare
hate the ice, you think that I care?
Well, I don't a fuck 'cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, bust the ill stuff
So now time for crime and the rhyme is mine
Track the movement from the punchline
I with quickness, microphone fitness
The assassinator off the shit list