Luyện nghe bài hát Danger

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

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 danger
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 splittin' wigs with my penmanship
Kick flows harder then the music, so feel in your head and

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

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

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

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

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 some shit that'll the sun
I got the stunky, funky, illest flow
For the glamorous scandalous of radio

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

And no claws the is the son of noise
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 danger
Lounge homeboy, you in the danger
Lounge homeboy, you in the danger

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

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 they don't know the half of the

The status of a maddisist
I conquer up a new style, puffin' ganja over the
Causin' more with my mouth then the stealth bomber
Killing every style in the

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

As my photo type sound gays, and hoes
My probe to the farthest reaches of the globe
dues got me cockin' tools, you fuckin' fools
I'm crew and no exception to the the goddamn rules
is danger

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