Luyện nghe bài hát Run for Cover

Run for

I go again, ready to flow again
Better HOPE my mic don't again
by alarms when the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical, can't calm
Jet for the exit, why around?
Words that I found make the mic down
If you stay, cooperate, cuz I amputate
And whoever don't break, I'm a
Leave 'em with asthma, you pass the
Mic to the massacre who has the
Power to build and destoy at the time
So track the wack at the right, and exact

Meant to beat overheat, but I stop
So evacuate the when the mic's hot
Switch it one hand to another
And a hint, my brother, run for cover
Cuz I'm armed, my contains a bomb
As if I escaped from
people label me lethal, lyrics I made then put
to
Format, collapse lungs twist your tongues
You can't bump your off of none of the drums
Words that I create an iller scene
Eric B. is the fly human being on the
'em up to a respirator, cuz it's the Mista

What I write is like a mic down your

Don't let him bite Rakim write
No mic to resuscitation is neccessary
No obituary, and NOTHING TO BURY
As it strikes on the same mic and then
Cut it on, and I'm a again
I meditate off the breaks, the place shakes
I make rain, hail, snow and earthquakes
Speak the truth, tear the off the mother
The stage is stompin' grounds, run for

Evacuate the building, danger, cuz I to
the
Strategy that'll be tragic
Havin' me to cause another
All you do is give Rakim the
Microphone and the crowd'll yell,
Buildings collapsin', gettin' trapped in
closed off, no one gets back in
So set up roadblocks, barrIcade the
Fade, put a detour sign on the
Hold my as evidence, the weapon I use
And been usin' ever
The days in the when, rap was an art then
Plus I was dominant, determined and skinned
it hard to walk the streets at night
For those who the weak beats on the mic
Whoever's livin' better wear camouflage
Prepare to be bumrushed when I yell
by sound of the beat-down another brother
This is grounds, run for cover
or foot, better not stay put
Whole place shook till the mic's
Then got seven minutes to vacate the

Lyrics'll echo soon as the break
Don't act wild, file to the door
No need for an encore, clear the floor
Cuz my mic's about to self
The blow up when my rhymes erupt
So make sure the place is out and abandoned
Cuz minutes from now it be standin'
Then send out and A.P.B. All Beware of a
like me
Now how many rhymes could man manufacture?
How many MCs can I capture?
Trap who try to run off at the mouth
Take over their route, 'em out like a Cub

So troopin' for MCs at war
And if it's a battle let the crowd keep
Cuz me and the drummer drama, and that's word
To mother, run for