Luyện nghe bài hát Spy Hunter

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

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

Money Say when, gave me a beige Range and thangs
But they claimed the changed to a plane, strange
But perfect, me circuits and how to work it
Wounds, how to nurse it, weapons, how to it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the cell "Who in charge? Get me the sarge"
Your squad car next, fam reached my garage
Espio-nage, yo my on the rocks
I blow 'em out the box, missiles on roadblocks
On the on smack-ups, forces callin' for back-up
Chunked in the trunk, 200 ki's to up

Breathe essential, spy-hunter utensils
Four govermentals with four sets of
I'm on a Cannonball Run like Burt
Bustin' off at the choppers, backin' coppers

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

Yo we together like foreign leaders
Livin' large in Argentina, in Korea
in the bushes where they see-us
spin astro 16 screw ons, Mission Impossible

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

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

my front man, I be the big man the front man
man got knocked? Big man still be the trump man
Mix six crews and their glues, low smokin' nickels
Runnin' up in cold blocks with

the trey-nickel, guaranteed to hit you
If I miss you, bullets probably ricochet and nip you
and fall the Berlin wall
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 oil to put Iraq on
the gats on for this spy-war
Coke lab, helicopter roof, and a