Luyện nghe bài hát Danger

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

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

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

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

And it to the next
gave me 5 mic checks and all due respect
So please fill it up and check the
'Cause nigga Keith drop mad degrees

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

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

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

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

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

So how you want? Headcreads or
I gets deep like cavity crates
Rockin' motherfuckers to sleep
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 thugs, strong as [Incomprehensible] 64 ounce jugs
In the realms of the

homeboy, you in the danger zone
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 dollar bionic, metaphoric, lyrical math
Generating off the

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

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

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

As my photo sound gays, leis and hoes
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
is danger

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