Luyện nghe bài hát Run for Cover

Run for

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

Meant to beat overheat, but I won't
So the spot when the mic's hot
it from one hand to another
And a hint, my brother, run for cover
Cuz I'm armed, my brain contains a
As if I escaped Vietnam
people label me lethal, lyrics I made then put
to
Format, your lungs twist your tongues
You can't your gums off of none of the drums
Words I made'll create an iller scene
Eric B. is the fly human being on the
'em up to a respirator, cuz it's the Mista

What I write is like a mic down your

Don't let him rhymes Rakim write
No mic to mouth is neccessary
No obituary, and NOTHING TO BURY
As it strikes on the same mic twice and
Cut it on, and I'm a again
I meditate off the breaks, till the shakes
Then I make rain, hail, snow and
Speak the truth, the roof off the mother
The stage is stompin' grounds, run for

the building, danger, cuz I came to
the
Strategy that'll be tragic
Havin' me to another catastrophe
All you gotta do is give the
Microphone and the yell, Timber
collapsin', rappers gettin' trapped in
Areas closed off, no one back in
So set up roadblocks, barrIcade the
Fade, put a detour sign on the
Hold my microphone as evidence, the I use
And been ever since
The days in the when, rap was an art then
Plus I was dominant, determined and skinned
it hard to walk the streets at night
For who talk the weak beats on the mic
Whoever's livin' large better wear
Prepare to be bumrushed when I yell
by sound of the beat-down another brother
This is stompin' grounds, run for
Wheels or foot, better not put
Whole place till the mic's unhooked
you've got seven minutes to vacate the

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

So leave for MCs at war
And if it's a let the crowd keep score
Cuz me and the drummer make drama, and that's
To mother, run for