Luyện nghe bài hát Spy Hunter

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

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

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

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

Other chinks a wimp, but his vest holds
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 drive way, ran through the way
Saw his compadres, motherfucker, kay
Die hard, yelled, "My God", caught an Uzi scar
Hit the tar, other to the car, "Ah"

to pay him back, time to fade him
Got up tried to spray him, no aim, so I him
get the Don but the bombs was a factor
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 said
Then I heard shots of and lead sped through his forehead
Brando with the ammo and with the Uz'
into plane rovers, motherfucker, we spy hunters

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

Pigs can't stop no, Thiev Gestapo
sickened against 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 like "Who in Get me the sarge"
Your squad car next, your fam my garage
Espio-nage, yo my fate on the
I 'em out the box, firin' missiles on roadblocks
On the verge on smack-ups, forces callin' for
in the trunk, 200 ki's to crack up

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

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

Yo we come together foreign leaders
Livin' large in Argentina, in Korea
in the bushes where they can't
astro 16 silence-face screw ons, Mission Impossible

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

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

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

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

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