Luyện nghe bài hát Danger

It's gonna be that shit, that shit

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

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

And it to the next
They me 5 mic checks and all due respect
So please fill it up and check the
'Cause nigga Keith drop mad degrees

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

As my frequency reigns through the galaxy
I easily gets 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 MC's is shittin' on your new transmitters
Not now forgetters
Runnin' deep like rivers, 'em up, what is
My delivers, which is givin' the shivers

I'm like a mad scientist with son
I concock some shit bust the sun
I got the stunky, funky, illest flow
For the glamorous scandalous of radio

So how you Headcreads or ceelo?
I gets root like cavity crates
Rockin' motherfuckers to sleep
A tybarrious without a pause for the cause

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

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

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

By cooling in the dark and the drug rath of the ath
And the ill shit that I
It's labeled as sick logic to the of the didicks
But they don't the half of the half

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

it's goin' outta style tomorrow
My style is coming down south and cross yonder
I the dope shit for masses and non-believers
Like passes to butter finger wide receivers

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