Luyện nghe bài hát Danger

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

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

Keith Murray is this mic
I break your best rappers off of pieces
I'm on some other shit splittin' wigs my penmanship
Kick harder 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 fill it up and the antifreeze
'Cause this nigga drop mad degrees

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

As my airy frequency reigns the galaxy
I gets busy and takes 3
I'm the nicest MC on 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 MC's is on your new transmitters
Not quitters now
Runnin' deep like rivers, 'em up, what is
My delivers, which is givin' crews the

I'm like a mad with this son
I concock some shit that'll the sun
I got the stunky, funky, illest flow
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 for the cause

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

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

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

The apparatus of a maddisist
I conquer up a new style, puffin' over the hook
more trauma with my mouth then 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 shit for masses and non-believers
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 fuckin'
I'm rippin' crew and no exception to the the goddamn
is danger

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