Luyện nghe bài hát Danger

It's be that shit, it's that shit

homeboy, you in the danger zone
Lounge homeboy, you in the danger
homeboy, you in the danger zone
Lounge homeboy, you in the zone

Lounge homeboy, you in the zone
Lounge homeboy, you in the danger
Lounge homeboy, you in the zone
Lounge homeboy, you in the zone

Keith is this mic phychosis
I break best rappers off thousands of pieces
I'm on other shit splittin' wigs with my penmanship
Kick flows then the music, so feel in your head and chest

And it to the next
They gave me 5 mic checks and all due
So please it up and check the antifreeze
'Cause this nigga Keith mad degrees

I launch tomahawk missiles when I talk permiscuesus
Intelligence Mr. Romp
From New York unto the over
I walk MC's like Jesus on water

As my airy frequency reigns through the
I gets busy and takes 3
I'm the nicest MC on side of the peninsula
Stuck in the like a ninja

Lounge homeboy, you in the danger
Lounge homeboy, you in the danger
Lounge homeboy, you in the zone

The Def Squad MC's is shittin' on your new
Not quitters now
deep like rivers, word 'em up, what is
My delivers, is givin' crews the shivers

I'm like a mad with this son
I some shit that'll bust the sun
I got the stunky, funky, illest funk
For the scandalous world of radio

So how you Headcreads or ceelo?
I gets deep like cavity crates
Rockin' motherfuckers directly to
A rebel without a pause for the cause

And no claws the style is the son of
But peace to the hardcore the raw
Bug youngblood thugs, strong as [Incomprehensible] 64 ounce
In the of the danger

Lounge homeboy, you in the danger
Lounge homeboy, you in the danger
Lounge homeboy, you in the danger

the contrast and how I forecast
Supersonic, hyperphonic goin' on ass paragraph
With the million dollar bionic, metaphoric, math
Generating off the

By cooling in the path and the drug rath of the ath
And the ill shit I craft
It's labeled as sick to the critics of the didicks
But they don't know the half of the

The status of a maddisist
I up a new style, puffin' ganja over the hook
more trauma with my mouth then the stealth bomber
Killing style in the book

Like it's goin' outta tomorrow
My style is coming from down south and cross
I the dope shit for masses and non-believers
Like spiral passes to butter finger receivers

As my photo type sound gays, leis and
My style probe to the farthest of the globe
dues got me cockin' tools, you fuckin' fools
I'm rippin' and no exception to the the goddamn rules
This is

Lounge homeboy, you in the zone
Lounge homeboy, you in the zone
Lounge homeboy, you in the danger
Lounge homeboy, you in the zone