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

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

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

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

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

As my airy frequency reigns the galaxy
I easily busy and takes 3
I'm the nicest MC on this of the peninsula
in the perimeter like a ninja

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

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

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

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

And no claws the style is the son of
But to the hardcore the outlaw raw
Bug youngblood thugs, as [Incomprehensible] 64 ounce jugs
In the realms of the

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

Bust the and how I forecast
Supersonic, goin' on that ass paragraph
With the million dollar bionic, metaphoric, lyrical
off the chronic

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

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

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

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

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