Luyện nghe bài hát Spy Hunter

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

like James Bond to this con named Don
Millions in his palms, neutron bombs
6 a.m., agent mayhem and eight men, no maybe ten
Came to scoop me in the Benz in the

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

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

Other chinks a wimp, but Teflon's his holds
If he think you roll, he'll put holes in your dress code
to load 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"

Time to pay him back, time to him
Got up tried to him, no aim, so I grenade him
Didn't get the Don but the was a factor
Found I was after, set the reactors
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 shots of lead and lead sped through his forehead
Brando the ammo and Dubez with the Uz'
Move plane rovers, motherfucker, we spy hunters

Big Dubez, Billy D, four-five, weapon
Runnin' through bricks niggaz ain't yet step on
Eludin' Cop-po, in the eight, inhalin'
tailin' 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 retreat no
To the fullest, that's why my toys bullets

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

Breathe holdin's essential, utensils
Four govermentals with four of dentals
I'm on a Cannonball Run like Reynolds
Bustin' off at the choppers, backin' coppers

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 play?
Okay, feel ten through steel, man

Yo we come together like leaders
Livin' large in Argentina, camouflaged in
in the bushes where they see-us
spin 16 silence-face screw ons, Mission Impossible

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

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

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

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

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