Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm microphone
This is it, from a time bomb
Attack speed, fast as an
Raise the heat, light the
Overload, it might a blackout
Dead end, no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, duck the gunfire
glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I to wreck
Eject another and drip sweat
of danger, increasin' anger
Point blank, I smoke another
Grip the mic tight, I see the brake
Hit the back door, I lay down the floor
E's on the wheels, he makes the squeal
Blood's on my gear from caps I've
a block away I sit up, look back
It wasn't nothin' but a contract

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

What's up? You want your feet in concrete?
I got brothers that'll do you for gold teeth
But most the time I move, I move
Take a bat, your motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you in the face 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 better get out my face,
Or else you be a good bullet ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, that ass drop
Five O ice, yo a damn cop
'Cause I move hard and cold with a gangster
thousand dollar suits 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 punk? You to choke up?
You try to on the ice, you'll get broke up

Midnight, for a homicide
Showtime, gonna die
E hits the switch and thousands of connect
With the that's in my fist
I see a sucka in the third row, tryin' to
A paragraph and a he's stiff
I start bustin' off barrages ear
Mothers grab for children, tears fly
I'm like a in the microphone zone
Speakers blown, gone, I can't be touched
Once my begin to fly
Simple radiation could make you die
You got a prob nigga, you think rep's bigger?
Hold your heard there while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no
My favorite smell is the aroma of
I'm bustin' off lyrical nightmare
Parents hate the ice, you think I care?
Well, I don't a fuck 'cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, still the ill stuff
So now it's time for crime and the is mine
Track the movement hide the punchline
I rhyme quickness, microphone fitness
The assassinator stay off the shit