Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Contract

Brainstorm microphone
This is it, words from a bomb
Attack speed, fast as an
the heat, light the gasoline
Overload, it cause a blackout
end, there's no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, from the gunfire
Broken glass, car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I to wreck
Eject another clip and drip
of danger, increasin' anger
Point blank, I smoke stranger
Grip the mic tight, I see the brake
Hit the back door, I lay down cross the
E's on the wheels, he makes the squeal
Blood's on my gear from caps I've
About a block away I sit up, back
It wasn't nothin' but a microphone

Dressed in black, I my prey
Parabellum in a leather
Low I speak, I speak to few
Just give me the money and who the to do
blocks away my aim's clean
Night scope on a carbine
Place my cross on my vic's eye
the trigger, watch the brains fly
Violent? Yeah, you could call me
You're on the right track
But turn the up so I can stay amped
Do another crew and camp
The only way I is in a cold sweat
You say I'm You ain't see shit yet
'Cause I love to kill and for fun
The microphone off like a handgun
It's down now grab your girl, hops
No excuses when the begin to drop
Look in my face, fool, it like I'm playin'
Don't become another victim of mic

What's up? You want your feet in some
I got some brothers that'll do you for gold
But most the time I move, I alone
a bat, break your motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the face with a off
One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get
'Cause I'm hard as they come, I correct
You can't the vandal hit eject
If not you get out my face, sucker
Or else you better be a good bullet
'Cause I'm a rip shop, tell that ass
Five O ice, yo a damn cop
I move hard and cold with a gangster stroll
Five thousand 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 on the ice, you'll get broke up

Midnight, time for a
Showtime, somebody's die
E hits the switch and of volts connect
With the weapon that's in my
I see a sucka in the row, tryin' to riff
A paragraph and a half stiff
I start off barrages ear high
Mothers grab for children, tears fly
I'm like a psycho in the microphone
blown, mind gone, I can't be touched
Once my lyrics to fly
Simple stage could make you die
You got a prob nigga, you think your bigger?
Hold your heard right there while I squeeze the
'Cause I'm a motherfucker, that's no joke
My favorite smell is the aroma of
I'm off another lyrical nightmare
Parents hate the ice, you that I care?
Well, I don't give a fuck I rhyme tough
Drop science, still the ill stuff
So now time for crime and the rhyme is mine
Track the movement from the punchline
I rhyme quickness, microphone fitness
The stay off the shit list