Luyện nghe bài hát Danger

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

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

Murray is this mic phychosis
I break your 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 it to the next
They gave me 5 mic and all due respect
So fill it up and check the antifreeze
'Cause this nigga drop mad degrees

I launch tomahawk when I talk with permiscuesus
like Mr. Romp
From New unto the world over
I walk MC's like walked on water

As my airy frequency through the galaxy
I easily gets busy and 3
I'm the nicest MC on this side of the
Stuck in the perimeter a ninja

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

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

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

So how you want? Headcreads or
I gets root deep like crates
Rockin' motherfuckers directly to
A tybarrious rebel a pause for the cause

And no claws the is the son of noise
But peace to the hardcore the raw
Bug youngblood thugs, strong as 64 ounce jugs
In the realms of the

Lounge homeboy, you in the danger
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 million bionic, metaphoric, lyrical math
off the chronic

By cooling in the path and the drug rath of the ath
And the ill shit I craft
It's labeled as sick logic to the of the didicks
But they know 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
Killing 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 and non-believers
Like spiral passes to butter wide receivers

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

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