Luyện nghe bài hát Danger

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And no claws the is the son of noise
But peace to the the outlaw raw
Bug youngblood thugs, strong as [Incomprehensible] 64 jugs
In the realms of the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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