Luyện nghe bài hát Danger

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

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

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

Murray is this mic phychosis
I break your best off thousands of pieces
I'm on some 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 and all due respect
So fill it up and check the antifreeze
'Cause this nigga Keith drop mad

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

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

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

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

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

So how you want? Headcreads or
I gets root deep like cavity
Rockin' directly to sleep
A tybarrious rebel a pause for the cause

And no the style is the son of noise
But peace to the the outlaw raw
Bug thugs, strong as [Incomprehensible] 64 ounce jugs
In the realms of the

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

the contrast and how I forecast
Supersonic, hyperphonic goin' on that ass
With the million bionic, metaphoric, lyrical math
off the chronic

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

The apparatus status of a
I conquer up a new style, puffin' over the hook
Causin' more with my mouth then the stealth bomber
every style in the book

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

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

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