Luyện nghe bài hát Run for Cover

Run for

I go again, ready to flow again
Better HOPE my mic don't again
by alarms when the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical, can't calm
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
to build and destoy at the same time
So the wack at the right, and exact could

Meant to overheat, but I won't stop
So evacuate the spot when the hot
it from 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 from
Some people me lethal, lyrics I made then put
to
Format, collapse lungs twist your tongues
You bump your gums off of none of the drums
that I made'll create an iller scene
Eric B. is the fly human on the guillotine
Hook 'em up to a respirator, cuz the Mista

What I write is like a mic down your

Don't let him bite Rakim write
No mic to mouth resuscitation is
No obituary, and NOTHING LEFT TO
As it strikes on the same mic and then
Cut it on, and I'm a strike
I meditate off the breaks, till the place
Then I make rain, hail, and earthquakes
the truth, tear the roof off the mother
The stage is stompin' grounds, run for

Evacuate the building, danger, cuz I to
the
Strategy that'll be tragic
Havin' me to another catastrophe
All you gotta do is give the
and the crowd'll yell, Timber
Buildings collapsin', rappers gettin' in
Areas closed off, no one gets in
So set up roadblocks, barrIcade the
Fade, put a sign on the stage
Hold my microphone as evidence, the I use
And been usin' ever
The days in the park when, rap was an art
Plus I was dominant, determined and dark
Makin' it hard to walk the streets at
For those who talk the weak on the mic
Whoever's large better wear camouflage
Prepare to be bumrushed when I charge
by sound of the beat-down another brother
This is grounds, run for cover
Wheels or foot, better not put
Whole shook till the mic's unhooked
you've got seven minutes to vacate the

Lyrics'll echo soon as the break
Don't act wild, file to the door
No for an encore, just clear the floor
Cuz my mic's about to self
The stage'll blow up my rhymes erupt
So make sure the place is cleared out and
Cuz minutes now it won't 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 over route, play 'em out like a Cub

So troopin' 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