Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm microphone
This is it, words from a bomb
Attack speed, fast as an
Raise the heat, light the
Overload, it might cause a
end, there's no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, from the gunfire
Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the
As I commence to
another clip and drip sweat
Face of danger, anger
blank, I smoke another stranger
Grip the mic tight, I see the brake
Hit the back door, I lay down the floor
E's on the wheels, he makes the squeal
Blood's on my from caps I've peeled
About a block I sit up, look back
It wasn't but a microphone contract

Dressed in black, I stalk my
Parabellum in a attache
Low tones I speak, I to few
Just me the money and who the fuck to do
Four blocks my aim's clean
Night scope on a carbine
Place my hairs on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, the brains fly
Violent? Yeah, you could call me
Insane? on the right track
But the sounds up so I can stay amped
Do another crew and camp
The only way I is in a cold sweat
You say I'm crazy? You see shit yet
I love to kill and kill for fun
The goes off like a handgun
goin' down now grab your girl, hops
No excuses the bodies begin to drop
Look in my face, fool, it look like I'm
Don't become another of mic slayin'

What's up? You your feet in some concrete?
I got brothers that'll do you for gold teeth
But most the time I move, I alone
Take a bat, your motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the 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 better get out my face,
Or else you be a good bullet ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, tell that ass
Five O ice, yo fuck a cop
'Cause I move and cold with a gangster stroll
thousand dollar suits and fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no more 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, you'll get up

Midnight, for a homicide
Showtime, somebody's die
E hits the switch and of volts connect
With the that's in my fist
I see a in the third row, tryin' to riff
A paragraph and a half he's
I start off barrages ear high
Mothers for their children, tears fly
I'm a psycho in the microphone zone
Speakers blown, gone, I can't be touched
my lyrics begin to fly
Simple stage radiation make you die
You got a nigga, you think your rep's bigger?
Hold your heard there while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no
My smell is the aroma of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off another lyrical
Parents hate the ice, you think I care?
Well, I don't give a fuck I rhyme tough
Drop science, still bust the ill
So now time for crime and the rhyme is mine
Track the hide from the punchline
I rhyme with quickness, fitness
The assassinator stay off the list