Luyện nghe bài hát Spy Hunter

Spy Detail, was a 498-DS
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

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

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

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

Other chinks a wimp, but Teflon's his vest
If he think you gonna roll, he'll put holes in dress code
Time to load and hit the highway, 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, yelled, "My God", caught an Uzi scar
Hit the tar, other 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 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 of lead and lead sped through his forehead
with the ammo and Dubez with the Uz'
Move into rovers, motherfucker, we spy hunters

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

Pigs can't no, Sporty Thiev Gestapo
They sickened flip whips to saw you slick and
Out the fender, yo, no no surrender
To the fullest, why my toys deflect bullets

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

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

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

Yo we come like foreign leaders
large in Argentina, camouflaged in Korea
in the bushes where can't see-us
spin astro 16 silence-face screw ons, Mission

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

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

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

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

Crooked navy seals flak-on, sniffin', getting they crack on
I managed to on enough oil to put Iraq on
Stapped the gats on for this
Coke lab, roof, and a cy-borg