Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm microphone
This is it, words from a time
Attack speed, as an F-fifteen
the heat, light the gasoline
Overload, it might cause a
end, there's no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, duck the gunfire
glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I commence to
Eject clip and drip sweat
Face of danger, increasin'
Point blank, I smoke 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 from I've peeled
About a block away I sit up, back
It wasn't nothin' but a contract

in black, I stalk my prey
Parabellum in a leather
Low tones I speak, I to few
Just give me the and who the fuck to do
Four blocks away my aim's
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 crew and break camp
The way I sleep is in a cold sweat
You say I'm crazy? You ain't see yet
I love to kill and kill for fun
The microphone 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 victim of mic slayin'

What's up? You your feet in some concrete?
I got brothers that'll do you for gold teeth
But the time I move, I move alone
a bat, break your motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the face a sawed off
One ten degrees, ice don't get soft
I'm hard as they come, I come correct
You handle the vandal hit eject
If not you get out my face, sucker
Or else you better be a bullet ducker
I'm a rip shop, tell that ass drop
Five O ice, yo fuck a cop
'Cause I move and cold with a gangster stroll
Five thousand dollar suits and fly
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 to choke up?
You try to move on the ice, get broke up

Midnight, time for a
Showtime, somebody's die
E hits the switch and thousands of volts
With the that's in my fist
I see a sucka in the third row, tryin' to
A paragraph and a half he's
I start bustin' off ear high
Mothers grab for children, tears fly
I'm a psycho in the microphone zone
Speakers blown, mind gone, I be touched
my lyrics begin to fly
Simple radiation could make you die
You got a prob nigga, you 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 of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off lyrical nightmare
Parents hate the ice, you think I care?
Well, I don't a fuck 'cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, still the ill stuff
So now time for crime and the rhyme is mine
Track the hide from the punchline
I with quickness, microphone fitness
The assassinator stay off the shit