Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm microphone
is it, words from a time bomb
Attack speed, fast as an
Raise the heat, light the
Overload, it cause a blackout
Dead end, there's no to back out
Hit the tripwire, duck the gunfire
glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I to wreck
Eject another and drip sweat
Face of danger, anger
Point blank, I smoke another
the mic tight, I see the brake lights
Hit the back door, I lay down cross the
E's on the wheels, he makes the rubber
Blood's on my gear from I've peeled
About a away I sit up, look back
It wasn't nothin' but a microphone

in black, I stalk my prey
Parabellum in a attache
Low tones I speak, I to few
Just give me the money and who the to do
Four away my aim's clean
scope on a silence carbine
Place my cross on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, watch the fly
Violent? Yeah, you call me that
Insane? on the right track
But turn the up so I can stay amped
Do another and break camp
The only way I is in a cold sweat
You say I'm crazy? You ain't see yet
'Cause I to kill and kill for fun
The microphone goes off a handgun
It's goin' down now grab girl, hops
No excuses when the bodies begin to
Look in my face, fool, it like I'm playin'
Don't become another of mic slayin'

up? You want your feet in some concrete?
I got some brothers do you for gold teeth
But most the time I move, I move
Take a bat, break your dome
Shoot you in the face with 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 vandal hit
If not you get out my face, sucker
Or else you be a good bullet ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, tell ass drop
Five O ice, yo a damn cop
'Cause I move hard and cold with a gangster
Five dollar suits and fly gold
Rolex, you fit no more 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 move on the ice, get broke up

Midnight, time for a
Showtime, gonna die
E hits the switch and thousands of volts
With the that's in my fist
I see a sucka in the third row, to riff
A and a half he's stiff
I bustin' off barrages ear high
grab for their children, tears fly
I'm a psycho in the microphone zone
Speakers blown, mind gone, I be touched
my lyrics begin to fly
Simple stage could make you die
You got a nigga, you think your rep's bigger?
your heard right there while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, no joke
My favorite is the aroma of gunsmoke
I'm off another lyrical nightmare
Parents hate the ice, you that I care?
Well, I give a fuck 'cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, still bust the ill
So now time for crime and the rhyme is mine
the movement hide from the punchline
I with quickness, microphone fitness
The assassinator stay off the list