Luyện nghe bài hát Run for Cover

Run for

Here I go again, to flow again
Better HOPE my mic blow again
by alarms when the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical, can't keep
Jet for the exit, why hang
Words that I found the mic melt down
If you stay, cooperate, cuz I amputate
And whoever don't break, I'm a
Leave 'em asthma, you better pass the
Mic to the master who has the
to build and destoy at the same time
So track the wack at the right, and could

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

What I is like shovin' a mic down your

Don't let him bite rhymes write
No mic to resuscitation is neccessary
No obituary, and NOTHING TO BURY
As it strikes on the mic twice and then
Cut it on, and I'm a again
I meditate off the breaks, till the shakes
I make rain, hail, snow and earthquakes
Speak the truth, tear the roof off the
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 gotta do is give the
Microphone and the yell, Timber
Buildings collapsin', gettin' trapped in
Areas off, no one gets back in
So set up roadblocks, the doors
Fade, put a sign on the stage
my microphone as evidence, the weapon I use
And been ever since
The days in the when, rap was an art then
Plus I was dominant, and dark skinned
Makin' it to walk the streets at night
For who talk the weak beats on the mic
livin' large better wear camouflage
Prepare to be when I yell charge
Surround by of the beat-down another brother
This is stompin' grounds, run for
or foot, better not stay put
Whole place shook till the mic's
Then you've got seven minutes to the

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

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