Luyện nghe bài hát Spy Hunter

Spy Detail, there was a
A top-secret formula had been from the research lab
We had a job to do
We ran all suspects name through I and 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 me in the Benz in the Graham

Money involved? Say when, gave me a beige and thangs
But they claimed the changed 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 sportin' links and new minks
Drive a six with dark tints and one of the
Named Dinks and Dinks drinks so he thinks he's invinc'

Other chinks a wimp, but Teflon's his vest
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 pulled up on the drive way, ran 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, to fade him
Got up to spray him, no aim, so I grenade him
get the Don but the bombs was a factor
Found I was after, set the reactors
For two minutes, heard and "Lieutenant you finished"
It was the Don with a Smitheth, to my chestun

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

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

can't stop no, Sporty Thiev Gestapo
They sickened flip whips to saw you slick and
Out the fender, yo, no retreat no
To the fullest, that's why my toys 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, firin' missiles on
On the verge on smack-ups, forces for back-up
Chunked in the trunk, 200 to crack up

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

We in the Phillipines, on death row, to face guillotines
my lace 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 like foreign leaders
Livin' in Argentina, camouflaged in Korea
in the where they can't see-us
spin astro 16 silence-face ons, Mission Impossible

Merge 'em to the with 2 glocks to my head
Enough cream to the script, got niggaz watchin' the Feds
Twenty ultra-red beams through my window
Tear-gas bleak up my the smoke blew the crib-bo

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

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

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 make a

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