Luyện nghe bài hát Run for Cover

Run for

Here I go again, ready to flow
HOPE my mic don't blow again
Warned by alarms when the mic warm
get critical, can't keep calm
Jet for the exit, why around?
Words that I found make the mic melt
If you stay, cooperate, cuz I amputate
And don't break, I'm a suffocate
Leave 'em with asthma, you better the
Mic to the massacre who has the
Power to build and at the same time
So the wack at the right, and exact could

Meant to overheat, but I won't stop
So evacuate the when the mic's hot
Switch it from one hand to
And a hint, my brother, run for cover
Cuz I'm armed, my contains a bomb
As if I escaped Vietnam
Some people label me lethal, I made then put
to
Format, collapse your lungs twist tongues
You can't bump your gums off of none of the
Words that I create an iller scene
Eric B. is the fly being on the guillotine
Hook 'em up to a respirator, cuz the Mista

What I write is like shovin' a mic down

Don't let him rhymes Rakim write
No mic to resuscitation is neccessary
No obituary, and NOTHING LEFT TO
As it strikes on the mic twice and then
Cut it on, and I'm a again
I meditate off the breaks, the place shakes
I make rain, hail, snow and earthquakes
Speak the truth, tear the off the mother
The stage is stompin' grounds, run for

the building, danger, cuz I came to
the
Strategy be tragic automatically
Havin' me to cause catastrophe
All you do is give Rakim the
Microphone and the crowd'll yell,
Buildings collapsin', rappers gettin' in
Areas closed off, no one back in
So set up roadblocks, the doors
Fade, put a detour on the stage
Hold my as evidence, the weapon I use
And usin' ever since
The days in the park when, rap was an art
Plus I was dominant, determined and dark
Makin' it to walk the streets at night
For who talk the weak beats on the mic
Whoever's large better wear camouflage
Prepare to be bumrushed when I charge
Surround by sound of the another brother
This is stompin' grounds, run for
Wheels or foot, better not put
Whole place shook till the mic's
Then you've got seven minutes to the

Lyrics'll soon as the break finishes
act wild, single file to the door
No need for an encore, just the floor
Cuz my mic's about to destruct
The stage'll blow up my rhymes erupt
So make sure the place is out and abandoned
Cuz from now it won't be standin'
send out and A.P.B. All Poets Beware of a
Brother me
Now how many could your man manufacture?
How bitin' MCs can I capture?
Trap who try to run off at the mouth
Take over their route, play 'em out a Cub

So troopin' for MCs at war
And if a battle let the crowd keep score
Cuz me and the drummer make drama, and word
To mother, run for