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

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

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

And it to the next
They me 5 mic checks and all due respect
So please it up and check the antifreeze
'Cause this nigga Keith drop mad

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

As my airy frequency through the galaxy
I easily busy and takes 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 now forgetters
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 shit that'll bust the sun
I got the stunky, funky, illest flow
For the glamorous world of radio

So how you want? Headcreads or
I gets deep like cavity crates
Rockin' motherfuckers directly to
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 youngblood thugs, strong as [Incomprehensible] 64 jugs
In the realms of the

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

Bust the and how I forecast
Supersonic, hyperphonic goin' on ass paragraph
With the dollar bionic, metaphoric, lyrical math
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 to the critics of the didicks
But they don't know the half of the

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

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

As my photo sound gays, leis and hoes
My style probe to the farthest 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 danger
Lounge homeboy, you in the danger
homeboy, you in the danger zone
Lounge homeboy, you in the zone