Luyện nghe bài hát Danger

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

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

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

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

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

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 frequency reigns through the galaxy
I easily gets busy and 3
I'm the MC on this side of the peninsula
Stuck in the perimeter a ninja

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

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

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

So how you Headcreads or ceelo?
I gets root like cavity crates
motherfuckers directly to sleep
A tybarrious rebel without a pause for the

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 of the danger

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

Bust the 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 and the drug rath of the ath
And the ill shit that I
labeled as sick logic to the critics of the didicks
But they don't the half of the half

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

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

As my photo type sound gays, leis and
My style probe to the reaches of the globe
Payin' dues got me cockin' tools, you fuckin'
I'm rippin' crew and no exception to the the rules
is danger

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