Luyện nghe bài hát Dangerous Grounds

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
All them real live motherfuckin' step up front right now
goin' down
One love to Long Island in my heart baby
Shaolin
Come on, on, ha

Dangerous
Tre pound spin around for my bredren the cloud come down
War and peace, I take it to the
Land on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief

And curse his first born, is this on?
Send 'em to the of the corn, we the people
See, niggaz through the eye of the
My lethal injection, destroyin'
Hot Nikkel, private eye one
Aimin' at brain tissue, do or die
the spider to the fly, "Could this one be tasty?"

Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny me
On the job like Tracy
Hit the cure for that ill shit Ben Casey, M.D.
thrill like God he shocked it
Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be
In the rotten
I kick dirt on sand castle
Check the flavor all

your feet
Hot son

Before you get the main
a appetizer

Submerged in the
Heavy verbal that smack you
Mentally you, attack you
Thirty six chamb' once again at you
gun got the body snatch you observe
Wise words you can only see through the
I fall way beyond the norm on the
Shine on mental nourishment, you can on
Track at me get yo arrow god

Victory is hard, regardless to whom or
They all movin' Allah
Runnin' through your and your block party, with rap shotty
And hot the body body, St. Bernards
save your entourage, rap lobotomy
Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and
Dumb deaf and is it
I the spine out the battery backs
Fuckin' with keep it movin'

Now everybody just your hands in the
the fuck, fuck?
Peace, who

Mind detect mind, I P.L.O. your line
Deep Nine
Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and signs
converse snatch the tap from your purse
Body-surf on the head first
Peep defeat, bitch beat you down with the heat
And you out spittin' out teeth ain't nuttin' peace
Big boys don't blunted zone pop steroid

50 men convoy, expensive the big toy
Rumble through the wasteland right on the silencer
40 city slicker Staten Islander
minds combine thoughts that motivate
Don't perpetrate pass the blunt let it
Street politicians on a suicide
Crime finger itchin' from a scope view position

ground
Tre' pound seven spin for my bredren the cloud comes down

your eyes open
Love potion number nine poetry in
me the seventh sign
Scopin', connivin', infiltrate is of mine
Play 'em nonchalantly, expose the nine
Push and get shoved' the fuck Gods' thinkin' of
Comin' in the club wit that screwface, up
Is we men or mice, bad moon risin' we for the night
Kill a skitzofrenic twice 'cuz o
That's what happened when frontin' on the borough

Island of we in here no fear
wit intent
To kill whole regiment it's real
wit yo president, duckin' my dart gun
Tear apart son you want it then don't start none
Blaze one with Jonathon, man part fly
Handle my B I like G.I.
Fat Joe, a day in the life
money or your life that's the life
Everybody can't afford ice in the
Tryin' to eat right another day another hustle hustle

ground
Tre' pound seven spin around for my the clouds come down
War and peace, I take it to the
Land on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief