Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm napalm
is it, words from a time bomb
Attack speed, 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 the gunfire
Broken glass, car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I to wreck
Eject another clip and drip
Face of danger, increasin'
Point blank, I another stranger
Grip the mic tight, I see the brake
Hit the back door, I lay down cross the
E's on the wheels, he the rubber squeal
Blood's on my gear from caps peeled
About a away I sit up, look back
It nothin' but a microphone contract

Dressed in black, I stalk my
in a leather attache
Low I speak, I speak 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 hairs on my eye
Squeeze the trigger, the brains fly
Violent? Yeah, you call me that
Insane? You're on the right
But turn the up so I can stay amped
Do another crew and camp
The only way I sleep is in a sweat
You say I'm crazy? You ain't see yet
'Cause I love to kill and for fun
The microphone goes off like a
It's goin' down now grab your girl,
No when the bodies begin to drop
Look in my face, fool, it look like I'm
Don't become victim of mic slayin'

up? You want your feet in some concrete?
I got brothers that'll do you for gold teeth
But most the I move, I move alone
Take a bat, break your motherfuckin'
Shoot you dead in the face a sawed off
One ten degrees, ice don't get soft
'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 be a good bullet ducker
I'm a rip shop, tell that ass drop
Five O ice, yo a damn cop
'Cause I move hard and cold a gangster stroll
thousand dollar suits and fly gold
Rolex, you fit no more diamonds on it
ring, worth a house, if I decide 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, somebody's die
E hits the switch and of volts connect
With the that's in my fist
I see a sucka in the third row, tryin' to
A paragraph and a he's stiff
I start bustin' off ear high
Mothers grab for their children, fly
I'm like a psycho in the zone
Speakers blown, 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 there while I squeeze the trigger
I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no joke
My favorite smell is the aroma of
I'm bustin' off lyrical nightmare
Parents the ice, you think that I care?
Well, I don't give a fuck 'cause I rhyme
Drop science, still bust the ill
So now it's for crime and the rhyme is mine
Track the movement from the punchline
I rhyme with quickness, microphone
The assassinator stay off the shit