Luyện nghe bài hát Dangerous Mc's

Yeah, ninety-six, for my Ave niggaz
My Fulton Street niggaz, MC's

Diamonds on my neck, drop-top
Chillin' on the scene, l's of green
Ooh-wee, you see, the
Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Ness
Nine millimeter test, wan fi' test?
And the is

Y'all niggaz know the
I on niggaz so my fist never bruise
Land-still-cruise, Frank White paid his
Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa
forward to me like commissary

All of a sudden, now everybody Big
Done did it, come widdit, get yo' head
Or get your slitted, admit it, you overdid it
Your shit it, just ain't got that loud, gold tooth shine like

Small's the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' that nigga
But weak-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpin'
IV to pump-in, feeling something
my drift or catch my four-fifth lift
At least six inches project fences
meat to minces, jokes turn to flinches

When I rain I drenches, your park benches
Missed you by pinches, your talk is
Actor chiropractor for cracked jaw
Yes, I rocked cheddar box
Dangerous not I gets down
Twist your body round and round, upside

C'mon, yo, your hands, c'mon
Bitch, grab your tits,
Let me know you in the
Bump your fists,

Thugs tote yo'
We to get mo' rich, c'mon
Let's blow the club,
Fuck the up, c'mon

yo' nasty ass
And it swing all around, c'mon
Yo, make this
Throw yo' loot on the ground,

Bounce in whips, c'mon
Bitch, lick yo' lips,
MC's
My nigga, this be the shit,
MC's
My nigga, this be the shit,

Make money, hand fist
The bo-vines where chicken hearts don't exist
up shop, it's hands on in the hustle
Fakes don't kill nuttin' but and don't tussle

The process of elimination, rotation
Come and go and they be starvation
In the heat of battle, it's no for the weary
Snooze and you is the theory

The fury of a patient man is beyond belief
Be afraid, you want beef with us chief
talk is cheap and the supply meets demand
Everything you can is real man

And revenge be the I serve to cats cold
Stay up on about ten folds, you how it goes
You the streets and it's real as shit, c'mon
Niggaz your dicks, c'mon, bitches rub your tits, c'mon

Throw your hands,
Bitch, grab your tits,
Let me know you in the
Bump fists, c'mon

tote yo' shit
We 'bout to get mo' rich,
blow the club, c'mon
Fuck the up, c'mon

Shake yo' ass
And it swing all around, c'mon
Yo, make money
Throw yo' loot on the ground,

in your whips, c'mon
Bitch, yo' lips, c'mon
Dangerous
My nigga, be the shit, c'mon

Oh no, big Dogg
Slap you with my paw, all across jaw
Break, fool on bitches while I'm breakin' the law
You come up in my room, bitch, you takin' it off, follow me

I slip 'em, 'em, rip 'em, ride 'em, provide 'em
With that West G shit, L.B.C. shit
We dips to this, make chips to
And buy brand new whips and

I bet you know that yo' bitch was suckin' dick
Who you think she with? Look here
My side lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd
a pistol at you bitch niggas, bla dow

How you like me
You got and fucked, Doggy style
100 spokes Day-tonas, the corner
All up in Crooklyn, bad are lookin'

C'mon, yo, throw hands, c'mon
Bitch, grab your tits,
Let me know you in the
your fists, c'mon

Thugs yo' shit
We 'bout to get mo' rich,
Let's blow the club,
the place up, c'mon

Shake yo' ass
And it swing all around, c'mon
Yo, make this
Throw yo' on the ground, c'mon

Bounce in whips, c'mon
Bitch, yo' lips, c'mon
Dangerous
My nigga, be the shit, c'mon

So you us so much, this shit is bleedin' through you
If I in a restaurant
I'd in the food and feed it to you

of my niggaz cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you
Even all of them Haitian niggaz believe this voodoo
Can yo' pussy be chaka, don't let me speak in
And kick you in your face like we a game of soccer

I love to cock the glock-a, stack up on loot and
And fuck your crew because all of y'all niggaz of caca
The way we doin' damage, me how the fuck you manage
With my who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage

Them niggaz'll you in a manhole
And push hand in yo' ass
And yo' head right out yo' asshole

nigga, we rugged all day, nigga
You ready to fuck bitch? Fuck the foreplay,
This me for all consumers, my fuck the rumors
Three in the way of pure coke for all you drug abusers

your hands, c'mon
Bitch, your tits, c'mon
Let me you in the spot
Bump your fists,

Thugs tote yo'
We 'bout to get mo' rich,
blow the club, c'mon
Fuck the up, c'mon

Shake yo' ass
And make it swing all around,
Yo, make money
Throw yo' on the ground, c'mon

in your whips, c'mon
Bitch, lick yo' lips,
MC's
My nigga, be the shit, c'mon

Yo, throw your hands,
Bitch, grab tits, c'mon
Let me you in the spot
Bump fists, c'mon

tote yo' shit
We 'bout to get mo' rich,
Let's blow the club,
Fuck the up, c'mon

yo' nasty ass
And make it swing all around,
Yo, make money
Throw yo' loot on the ground,