Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm napalm
This is it, from a time bomb
speed, fast as an F-fifteen
Raise the heat, the gasoline
Overload, it cause a blackout
end, there's no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, from the gunfire
glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I commence to
another clip and drip sweat
Face of danger, increasin'
Point blank, I another stranger
Grip the mic tight, I see the lights
Hit the door, I lay down cross the floor
E's on the wheels, he makes the rubber
on my gear from caps I've 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 tones I speak, I to few
Just give me the and who the fuck to do
blocks away my aim's clean
Night scope on a carbine
Place my cross hairs on my eye
Squeeze the trigger, the brains fly
Yeah, you could call me that
Insane? You're on the right
But turn the sounds up so I can stay
Do another crew and break
The way I sleep is in a cold sweat
You say I'm You ain't see shit yet
I love to kill and kill for fun
The microphone off like a handgun
It's goin' now grab your girl, hops
No excuses when the bodies to drop
Look in my face, fool, it look like I'm
become another victim of mic slayin'

What's up? You want your feet in some
I got some brothers do you for gold teeth
But the time I move, I move alone
Take a bat, your motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the face a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get
'Cause I'm as they come, I come correct
You can't handle the hit eject
If not you better get out my face,
Or else you be a good bullet ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, that ass drop
O ice, yo fuck a damn cop
'Cause I move and cold with a gangster stroll
Five thousand suits and fly gold
Rolex, you fit no more diamonds on it
Pinky ring, a house, if I decide to pawn it
What's up now punk? You to choke 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 thousands of connect
With the weapon in my fist
I see a sucka in the row, tryin' to riff
A paragraph and a he's stiff
I start bustin' off barrages ear
Mothers grab for their children, 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 your rep's bigger?
Hold your heard right there while I squeeze the
'Cause I'm a motherfucker, that's no joke
My favorite smell is the of gunsmoke
I'm off another lyrical nightmare
Parents the ice, you think that I care?
Well, I don't give a 'cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, bust the ill stuff
So now it's time for and the rhyme is mine
the movement hide from the punchline
I rhyme with quickness, fitness
The stay off the shit list