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
homeboy, you in the danger zone

Lounge homeboy, you in the danger
Lounge homeboy, you in the danger
Lounge homeboy, you in the danger
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 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 fill it up and check the antifreeze
'Cause this nigga drop mad degrees

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

As my airy reigns through the galaxy
I easily busy and takes 3
I'm the MC on this side of the peninsula
Stuck in the perimeter a ninja

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

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

I'm a mad scientist with this son
I concock some 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 cavity crates
Rockin' motherfuckers to sleep
A tybarrious rebel without a pause for the

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

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

By in the dark path and the drug rath of the ath
And the ill shit that I
It's labeled as logic to the critics of the didicks
But they don't 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
every style in the book

Like goin' outta style tomorrow
My style is coming 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 of the globe
Payin' dues got me tools, you fuckin' fools
I'm crew and no exception to the the goddamn rules
This is

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