Luyện nghe bài hát Danger

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

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

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

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

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

I launch tomahawk missiles when I talk with
like Mr. Romp
From New unto the world over
I walk like Jesus walked on water

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

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

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

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

So how you want? or ceelo?
I root deep like cavity crates
motherfuckers directly to sleep
A rebel without a pause for the cause

And no the style is the son of noise
But to the hardcore the outlaw raw
Bug youngblood thugs, strong as [Incomprehensible] 64 jugs
In the of the danger

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

Bust the contrast and how I
Supersonic, hyperphonic goin' on that ass
With the million dollar bionic, metaphoric, lyrical
Generating off the

By cooling in the dark path and the drug 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 status of a maddisist
I conquer up a new style, puffin' over the hook
Causin' more trauma with my then the stealth bomber
every style in the book

Like it's goin' outta style
My style is coming down south and cross yonder
I drop the dope shit for masses and
Like spiral passes to butter wide receivers

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

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