Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm napalm
This is it, words a time bomb
Attack speed, as an F-fifteen
Raise the heat, light the
Overload, it might 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 to wreck
Eject another clip and drip
Face of danger, anger
Point blank, I another stranger
the mic tight, I see the brake lights
Hit the door, I lay down cross the floor
E's on the wheels, he makes the squeal
Blood's on my gear from I've peeled
About a block I sit up, look back
It wasn't nothin' but a microphone

Dressed in black, I stalk my
Parabellum in a leather
Low tones I speak, I to few
give me the money and who the fuck to do
Four blocks away my clean
Night scope on a carbine
my cross hairs on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, watch the fly
Violent? Yeah, you could call me
Insane? You're on the track
But the sounds up so I can stay amped
Do another crew and camp
The way I sleep is in a cold sweat
You say I'm crazy? You see shit yet
'Cause I love to kill and for fun
The goes off like a handgun
It's goin' down now your girl, hops
No excuses when the begin to drop
in my face, fool, it look like I'm playin'
Don't become another victim of mic

What's up? You want your in some concrete?
I got brothers that'll do you for gold teeth
But most the time I move, I alone
Take a bat, your motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the with a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get
'Cause I'm hard as they come, I come
You can't handle the hit eject
If not you get out my face, sucker
Or else you be a good bullet ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, that ass drop
O ice, yo fuck a damn cop
'Cause I move hard and cold with a stroll
thousand dollar suits and fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no diamonds on it
ring, worth a house, if I decide to pawn it
What's up now punk? You start to up?
You try to move on the ice, get broke up

Midnight, for a homicide
Showtime, gonna die
E hits the switch and thousands of volts
With the weapon in my fist
I see a in the third row, tryin' to riff
A paragraph and a half stiff
I bustin' off barrages ear high
Mothers for their children, tears fly
I'm like a psycho in the microphone
Speakers blown, mind gone, I be touched
my lyrics begin to fly
Simple radiation could make you die
You got a nigga, you think your rep's bigger?
Hold your heard right there while I the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, no joke
My favorite smell is the of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off another nightmare
hate the ice, you think that I care?
Well, I don't give a fuck I rhyme tough
Drop science, still the ill stuff
So now it's time for crime and the rhyme is
Track the hide from the punchline
I rhyme quickness, microphone fitness
The stay off the shit list