Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm microphone
is it, words from a time bomb
Attack speed, fast as an
Raise the heat, the gasoline
Overload, it might a blackout
Dead end, there's no chance to out
Hit the tripwire, duck the gunfire
Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the
As I commence to
Eject another clip and drip
Face of danger, anger
blank, I smoke another stranger
Grip the mic tight, I see the lights
Hit the back door, I lay down cross the
E's on the wheels, he the rubber squeal
Blood's on my from caps I've peeled
About a away I sit up, look back
It wasn't nothin' but a microphone

Dressed in black, I my prey
in a leather attache
Low tones I speak, I to few
give me the money and who the fuck to do
Four blocks my aim's clean
Night scope on a carbine
my cross hairs on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, the brains fly
Yeah, you could call me that
Insane? You're on the right
But the sounds up so I can stay amped
Do crew 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 kill and for fun
The microphone goes off like a
It's goin' down now grab girl, hops
No excuses when the begin to drop
Look in my face, fool, it look like I'm
Don't become another of mic slayin'

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

Midnight, time for a
Showtime, gonna die
E the switch and thousands 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 start bustin' off ear high
grab for their children, tears fly
I'm a psycho in the microphone zone
Speakers blown, mind gone, I can't be
Once my lyrics to fly
Simple radiation could make you die
You got a prob nigga, you think rep's bigger?
Hold your heard right there while I squeeze the
I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no joke
My smell is the aroma of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off another nightmare
Parents hate the ice, you think I care?
Well, I don't give a fuck 'cause I rhyme
Drop science, bust the ill stuff
So now time for crime and the rhyme is mine
the movement hide from the punchline
I rhyme with quickness, fitness
The stay off the shit list