Luyện nghe bài hát Danger

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

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

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

Keith is this mic phychosis
I break your rappers off thousands of pieces
I'm on some other shit splittin' wigs 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 please fill it up and check the
'Cause this Keith drop mad degrees

I launch tomahawk missiles when I talk permiscuesus
Intelligence like Mr.
New York unto the world over
I walk like Jesus walked on water

As my airy frequency through the galaxy
I easily gets and takes 3
I'm the MC on this side of the peninsula
in the perimeter like a ninja

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

The Def Squad is shittin' on your new transmitters
Not quitters now
deep like rivers, word 'em up, what is
My delivers, which is givin' the shivers

I'm like a mad with this son
I concock shit 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 gets deep like cavity crates
Rockin' motherfuckers directly to
A tybarrious without a pause for the cause

And no the style is the son of noise
But peace to the hardcore the raw
Bug youngblood thugs, strong as [Incomprehensible] 64 ounce
In the of the danger

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

Bust the and how I forecast
Supersonic, hyperphonic goin' on that ass
With the million dollar bionic, metaphoric, lyrical
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 sick logic to the critics of the
But they know the half of the half

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

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

As my photo type 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 to the the goddamn rules
is danger

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