Luyện nghe bài hát Spy Hunter

Spy Detail, was a 498-DS
A top-secret had been stolen from the research lab
We had a job to do
We ran all name through I and came up with

Respond like Bond to this con named Don
Millions in his palms, sellin' bombs
Time 6 a.m., agent mayhem and men, no maybe ten
Came to me in the Benz in the Graham

Money involved? Say when, gave me a Range and thangs
But they claimed the Range changed to a plane,
But perfect, showed me circuits and how to it
Wounds, how to it, weapons, how to burst it

Searched it, like a serpent, read the
Dime be with two sportin' links and new minks
Drive a six with dark tints and one of the
Named Dinks and always drinks so he thinks he's invinc'

Other chinks a wimp, but Teflon's his holds
If he think you gonna roll, he'll put holes in your dress
Time to and hit the highway, I'ma do it my way
Spy way, do or die way, Schwarzenegger, lie way

So I up on the drive way, ran through the side way
Saw his compadres, motherfucker, kay
Die hard, nigga yelled, "My God", an Uzi scar
Hit the tar, other to the car, "Ah"

to pay him back, time to fade him
Got up tried to him, no aim, so I grenade him
Didn't get the Don but the bombs was a
Found what I was after, set the
For two minutes, laughter and "Lieutenant you finished"
It was the Don a Smitheth, Wessun to my chestun

For a second I thought I was dead, no more
Then I heard of lead and lead sped through his forehead
Brando with the ammo and with the Uz'
Move into rovers, motherfucker, we spy hunters

Big Dubez, D, four-five, concealed weapon
Runnin' through that niggaz ain't yet step on
Eludin' Cop-po, in the eight, inhalin'
They but I'm Indy 500 Monaco

Pigs can't stop no, Sporty Gestapo
They sickened against flip to saw you slick and
Out the fender, yo, no no surrender
To the fullest, that's why my toys deflect

On the like "Who in charge? Get me the sarge"
Your squad car next, your fam reached my
Espio-nage, yo my fate on the
I blow 'em out the box, firin' missiles on
On the verge on smack-ups, forces callin' for
Chunked in the trunk, 200 to crack up

Breathe holdin's essential, spy-hunter
govermentals with four sets of dentals
I'm on a Run like Burt Reynolds
Bustin' off at the choppers, backin' down

We in the Phillipines, on row, about to face guillotines
my crew marines, stick over and make realer teams
so yo, say hello to my lil friend, you wanna
Okay, feel ten your steel, man

Yo we come together like foreign
Livin' large in Argentina, camouflaged in
in the bushes they can't see-us
spin 16 silence-face screw ons, Mission Impossible

Merge 'em to the Persians 2 glocks to my head
Enough to flip the script, got niggaz watchin' the Feds
Twenty ultra-red beams comin' through my
bleak up my glass the smoke blew the crib-bo

The coke moves are ditto, blue in Beirut
Sneakin' weedin' shook the D's in Peru
Like a Batman with no partner but still Robin
Trails be mind-bogglin', the D's followin'

my front man, I be the big man the front man
Front man got Big man still be the trump man
Mix six crews and their glues, skully low nickels
Runnin' up in cold blocks icles

the trey-nickel, guaranteed to hit you
If I miss you, will probably ricochet and nip you
and fall like the Berlin
hang 'em off the terror spies let's a ball

Crooked navy seals with flak-on, sniffin', getting they on
I managed to mack on enough oil to put on
the gats on for this spy-war
Coke lab, helicopter roof, and a