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 the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical, keep calm
Jet for the exit, why hang
that I found make the mic melt down
If you stay, better cooperate, cuz I
And don't break, I'm a suffocate
'em with asthma, you better pass the
Mic to the massacre who has the
Power to build and destoy at the time
So track the at the right, and exact could

Meant to overheat, but I won't stop
So the spot when the mic's 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 from Vietnam
people label me lethal, lyrics I made then put
to
Format, collapse your lungs twist your
You can't bump gums off of none of the drums
Words that I made'll create an iller
Eric B. is the fly human 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 mouth resuscitation is
No obituary, and NOTHING TO BURY
As it on the same mic twice and then
Cut it on, and I'm a strike
I meditate off the breaks, the place shakes
Then I rain, hail, snow and earthquakes
Speak the truth, the roof off the mother
The is stompin' grounds, run for cover

Evacuate the building, danger, cuz I 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 closed off, no one gets in
So set up roadblocks, barrIcade the
Fade, put a detour sign on the
my microphone as evidence, the weapon I use
And been usin' ever
The in the park when, rap was an art then
I was dominant, determined and dark skinned
Makin' it hard to walk the streets at
For who talk the weak beats on the mic
Whoever's livin' large wear camouflage
Prepare to be bumrushed when I charge
Surround by sound of the another brother
This is grounds, run for cover
Wheels or foot, better not put
Whole place shook till the mic's
Then you've got seven to vacate the

Lyrics'll echo as the break finishes
Don't act wild, file to the door
No need for an encore, just the floor
Cuz my mic's to self destruct
The stage'll blow up when my rhymes
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 could man manufacture?
How many bitin' MCs can I
rappers who try to run off at the mouth
Take their route, play 'em out like 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 that's
To mother, run for