Luyện nghe bài hát Run for Cover

Run for

Here I go again, ready to again
Better HOPE my mic don't again
Warned by alarms when the mic warm
Crowd'll get critical, can't keep
Jet for the exit, why around?
Words that I found make the mic melt
If you stay, cooperate, cuz I amputate
And whoever break, I'm a suffocate
Leave 'em with asthma, you better 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 spot when the hot
it from one hand to another
And that's a hint, my brother, run for
Cuz I'm armed, my contains a bomb
As if I escaped from
Some label me lethal, lyrics I made then put
to
Format, your lungs twist your tongues
You can't bump your gums off of of the drums
Words that I made'll create an iller
Eric B. is the fly being on the guillotine
Hook 'em up to a respirator, cuz it's the

What I write is shovin' a mic down your

Don't let him bite rhymes Rakim
No mic to mouth is neccessary
No obituary, and LEFT TO BURY
As it on the same mic twice and then
Cut it on, and I'm a again
I meditate off the breaks, the place shakes
Then I make rain, hail, and earthquakes
Speak the truth, tear the roof off the
The stage is stompin' grounds, run for

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

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

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