Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm napalm
This is it, words from a time
speed, fast as an F-fifteen
Raise the heat, light the
Overload, it might cause a
Dead end, no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, from the gunfire
Broken glass, car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I commence to
Eject another clip and sweat
Face of danger, anger
Point blank, I smoke another
Grip the mic tight, I see the brake
Hit the back door, I lay down the floor
E's on the wheels, he makes the squeal
Blood's on my from caps I've peeled
About a away I sit up, look back
It wasn't but a microphone contract

Dressed in black, I stalk my
Parabellum in a attache
Low tones I speak, I to few
Just give me the money and who the to do
Four blocks away my aim's
Night on a silence carbine
Place my cross hairs on my eye
the trigger, watch the brains fly
Violent? Yeah, you could me that
Insane? You're on the track
But turn the up so I can stay amped
Do another crew and break
The only way I sleep is in a sweat
You say I'm crazy? You ain't see yet
'Cause I love to and kill for fun
The goes off like a handgun
It's down now grab your girl, hops
No excuses when the bodies to drop
in my face, fool, it look like I'm playin'
Don't become another victim of mic

up? You want your feet in some concrete?
I got some brothers that'll do you for teeth
But most the time I move, I alone
Take a bat, break motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you in the face with a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice get soft
'Cause I'm as they come, I come correct
You can't handle the vandal hit
If not you better get out my face,
Or else you better be a good ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, tell ass drop
Five O ice, yo fuck a 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 decide to it
What's up now punk? You start to up?
You try to on the ice, you'll get broke up

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