Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm napalm
This is it, words a time bomb
speed, fast as an F-fifteen
Raise the heat, the gasoline
Overload, it might a blackout
Dead end, there's no chance to out
Hit the tripwire, duck from the
glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I to wreck
Eject another and drip sweat
Face of danger, increasin'
Point blank, I smoke stranger
the mic tight, I see the brake lights
Hit the door, I lay down cross the floor
E's on the wheels, he the rubber squeal
on my gear from caps I've peeled
About a block away I sit up, back
It wasn't but a microphone contract

Dressed in black, I stalk my
in a leather attache
Low tones I speak, I to few
Just give me the and who the fuck to do
Four away my aim's clean
scope on a silence carbine
Place my cross on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, watch the fly
Violent? Yeah, you could me that
Insane? You're on the track
But the sounds up so I can stay amped
Do another crew and camp
The only way I is in a cold sweat
You say I'm You ain't see shit yet
I love to kill and kill for fun
The microphone off like a handgun
It's down now grab your girl, hops
No when the bodies begin to drop
in my face, fool, it look like I'm playin'
Don't become another victim of mic

What's up? You want feet in some concrete?
I got some brothers do you for gold teeth
But most the I move, I move alone
Take a bat, break your motherfuckin'
you dead in the face with a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get
'Cause I'm hard as they come, I come
You can't handle the vandal hit
If not you get out my face, sucker
Or else you be a good bullet ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, tell ass drop
Five O ice, yo a damn cop
'Cause I move and cold with a gangster stroll
thousand dollar suits and fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no diamonds on it
Pinky ring, worth a house, if I decide to it
What's up now punk? You to choke up?
You try to move on the ice, get broke up

Midnight, for a homicide
Showtime, gonna die
E hits the switch and thousands of connect
the weapon that's in my fist
I see a sucka in the third row, to riff
A paragraph and a half he's
I start bustin' off barrages ear
Mothers grab for children, tears fly
I'm a psycho in the microphone zone
blown, mind gone, I can't be touched
Once my lyrics to fly
Simple stage radiation could you die
You got a nigga, you think your rep's bigger?
Hold your heard right there while I the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no
My favorite smell is the of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off another nightmare
Parents hate the ice, you that I care?
Well, I don't give a fuck I rhyme tough
science, still bust the ill stuff
So now it's for crime and the rhyme is mine
Track the movement hide the punchline
I rhyme with quickness, fitness
The assassinator stay off the shit