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, there's no to back out
Hit the tripwire, from the gunfire
Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the
As I commence to
Eject another clip and sweat
of danger, increasin' anger
Point blank, I smoke another
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 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 I speak, I speak to few
Just me the money and who the fuck to do
Four blocks away my aim's
Night on a silence carbine
Place my cross hairs on my eye
Squeeze the trigger, watch the fly
Yeah, you could call me that
Insane? You're on the right
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 You ain't see shit yet
'Cause I love to and kill for fun
The microphone goes off a handgun
It's goin' down now grab girl, hops
No excuses when the bodies to drop
Look in my face, fool, it look I'm playin'
Don't become another of mic slayin'

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

Midnight, for a homicide
Showtime, somebody's die
E hits the switch and thousands of volts
With the that's in my fist
I see a sucka in the third row, tryin' to
A paragraph and a half he's
I start bustin' off barrages ear
Mothers for their children, tears fly
I'm like a psycho in the microphone
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 your 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 lyrical
hate the ice, you think that I care?
Well, I don't give a 'cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, bust the ill stuff
So now it's for crime and the rhyme is mine
Track the hide from the punchline
I rhyme quickness, microphone fitness
The assassinator off the shit list