Luyện nghe bài hát Run for Cover

Run for

I go again, ready to flow again
Better HOPE my mic don't blow
Warned by alarms the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical, can't keep
Jet for the exit, why around?
Words that I found make the mic melt
If you stay, better cooperate, cuz I
And whoever don't break, I'm a
Leave 'em with asthma, you better 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 stop
So evacuate the spot when the hot
it from one hand to another
And a hint, my brother, run for cover
Cuz I'm armed, my brain a bomb
As if I escaped Vietnam
Some people me lethal, lyrics I made then put
to
Format, collapse your lungs twist your
You bump your gums off of none of the drums
Words that I made'll create an iller
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 LEFT TO
As it on the same mic twice and then
Cut it on, and I'm a strike
I meditate off the breaks, till the place
Then I rain, hail, snow and earthquakes
Speak the truth, tear the off the mother
The stage is grounds, run for cover

Evacuate the building, danger, cuz I to
the
Strategy be tragic automatically
Havin' me to another catastrophe
All you gotta do is Rakim the
and the crowd'll yell, Timber
Buildings collapsin', gettin' trapped in
Areas off, no one gets back in
So set up roadblocks, barrIcade the
Fade, put a detour on the stage
my microphone as evidence, the weapon I use
And been usin' since
The days in the when, rap was an art then
Plus I was dominant, determined and dark
it hard to walk the streets at night
For those who the weak beats on the mic
Whoever's livin' large better camouflage
to be bumrushed 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 unhooked
Then you've got seven to vacate the

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

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