Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm napalm
This is it, words from a bomb
Attack speed, fast as an
Raise the heat, the gasoline
Overload, it might cause a
end, there's no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, duck the gunfire
Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the
As I to wreck
Eject another clip and drip
Face of danger, anger
Point blank, I smoke stranger
Grip the mic tight, I see the lights
Hit the back door, I lay cross the floor
E's on the wheels, he makes the squeal
Blood's on my gear from caps peeled
About a block I sit up, look back
It nothin' but a microphone contract

in black, I stalk my prey
Parabellum in a leather
Low I speak, I speak to few
give me the money and who the fuck to do
Four blocks away my clean
Night scope on a silence
Place my cross on my vic's eye
the trigger, watch the brains fly
Violent? Yeah, you could me that
Insane? on the right track
But the sounds up so I can stay amped
Do another and break camp
The only way I sleep is in a cold
You say I'm crazy? You see shit yet
'Cause I love to and kill for fun
The microphone off like a handgun
It's goin' now grab your girl, hops
No excuses when the bodies begin to
Look in my face, fool, it look like I'm
Don't another victim of mic slayin'

What's up? You want feet in some concrete?
I got some brothers that'll do you for teeth
But most the I move, I move alone
a bat, break your motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the with a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice 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 good bullet
I'm a rip shop, tell that ass drop
Five O ice, yo fuck a cop
'Cause I move hard and cold a gangster stroll
Five thousand 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, you'll get up

Midnight, for a homicide
Showtime, somebody's die
E hits the switch and thousands of connect
With the that's in my fist
I see a sucka in the row, tryin' to riff
A paragraph and a he's stiff
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 can't be
Once my lyrics to fly
Simple stage radiation make you die
You got a prob nigga, you think your rep's
Hold your heard right there I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a motherfucker, that's no joke
My smell is the aroma of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off another lyrical
Parents hate the ice, you think that I
Well, I don't a fuck 'cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, still the ill stuff
So now it's time for and the rhyme is mine
the movement hide from the punchline
I rhyme with quickness, microphone
The assassinator off the shit list