Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm napalm
This is it, words from a time
Attack speed, fast as an
the heat, light the gasoline
Overload, it might cause a
end, there's no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, from the gunfire
Broken glass, car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I to wreck
another clip and drip sweat
Face of danger, increasin'
Point blank, I smoke stranger
Grip the mic tight, I see the lights
Hit the door, I lay down cross the floor
E's on the wheels, he the rubber squeal
Blood's on my gear from I've peeled
About a block I sit up, look back
It wasn't but a microphone contract

Dressed in black, I my prey
in a leather attache
Low I speak, I speak to few
Just give me the money and who the to do
blocks away my aim's clean
Night scope on a carbine
Place my cross hairs on my eye
Squeeze the trigger, the brains fly
Violent? Yeah, you could call me
Insane? You're on the right
But turn the sounds up so I can amped
Do another crew and camp
The only way I is in a cold sweat
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 down now grab your girl, hops
No excuses when the bodies begin to
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 some
I got some brothers that'll do you for gold
But most the time I move, I move
a bat, break your motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the with a sawed 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 better get out my face,
Or else you better be a good ducker
I'm a rip shop, tell that ass drop
Five O ice, yo a damn cop
I move hard and cold with a gangster stroll
Five thousand dollar 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 to choke up?
You try to move on the ice, you'll get up

Midnight, time for a
Showtime, somebody's die
E the switch and thousands of volts connect
With the weapon that's in my
I see a sucka in the row, tryin' to riff
A paragraph and a he's stiff
I bustin' off barrages ear high
Mothers grab for their children, fly
I'm like a psycho in the microphone
Speakers blown, gone, I can't be touched
Once my lyrics to fly
Simple stage radiation could you die
You got a prob nigga, you think your bigger?
Hold your heard there while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no
My favorite is the aroma of gunsmoke
I'm off another lyrical nightmare
Parents hate the ice, you think that I
Well, I don't give a fuck 'cause I tough
Drop science, still the ill stuff
So now it's time for crime and the is mine
Track the movement hide from the
I rhyme quickness, microphone fitness
The assassinator stay off the shit