Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm napalm
This is it, words from a time
Attack speed, as an F-fifteen
Raise the heat, light the
Overload, it cause a blackout
end, there's no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, duck from the
glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I to wreck
Eject another clip and drip
Face of danger, increasin'
blank, I smoke another stranger
Grip the mic tight, I see the lights
Hit the back door, I lay down the floor
E's on the wheels, he makes the rubber
Blood's on my gear caps I've peeled
About a away I sit up, look back
It wasn't nothin' but a contract

Dressed in black, I stalk my
Parabellum in a leather
Low tones I speak, I to few
give me the money and who the fuck to do
Four blocks away my clean
Night scope on a silence
my cross hairs on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, watch the fly
Violent? Yeah, you could me that
Insane? on the right track
But turn the sounds up so I can amped
Do another crew and break
The only way I is in a cold sweat
You say I'm crazy? You see shit yet
'Cause I love to kill and for fun
The microphone goes off a handgun
It's goin' down now your girl, hops
No excuses when the 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 your feet in concrete?
I got some that'll do you for gold teeth
But most the I move, I move alone
Take a bat, break your dome
Shoot you dead in the with a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get
'Cause I'm hard as they come, I correct
You handle the vandal hit eject
If not you get out my face, sucker
Or else you better be a good ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, tell that ass
O ice, yo fuck a damn cop
'Cause I move hard and cold with a stroll
Five thousand suits and fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no diamonds on it
Pinky ring, worth a house, if I to pawn it
What's up now punk? You start to up?
You try to move on the ice, you'll get up

Midnight, for a homicide
Showtime, gonna die
E hits the switch and of volts connect
the weapon that's in my fist
I see a sucka in the third row, to riff
A paragraph and a half stiff
I bustin' off barrages ear high
Mothers grab for children, tears fly
I'm like a psycho in the microphone
blown, mind gone, I can't be touched
Once my begin to fly
stage radiation could make you die
You got a prob nigga, you think your rep's
Hold your heard right there while I the trigger
'Cause I'm a motherfucker, that's no joke
My favorite smell is the aroma of
I'm bustin' off another lyrical
hate the ice, you think that I care?
Well, I don't give a fuck 'cause I rhyme
Drop science, still the ill stuff
So now it's time for crime and the is mine
the movement hide from the punchline
I rhyme with quickness, fitness
The stay off the shit list