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 zone
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 zone
Lounge homeboy, you in the zone

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

And pass it to the
They me 5 mic checks and all due respect
So fill it up and check the antifreeze
'Cause this nigga drop mad degrees

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

As my airy reigns through the galaxy
I easily gets and takes 3
I'm the nicest MC on this side of the
Stuck in the perimeter like a

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

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

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

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

And no claws the is the son of noise
But peace to the 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 ass paragraph
With the dollar bionic, metaphoric, lyrical math
Generating off the

By cooling in the dark path and the rath of the ath
And the ill that I craft
It's labeled as logic to the critics of the didicks
But they don't know the of the half

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

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

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

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