Luyện nghe bài hát Danger, Pt. 2

(Now I'm gonna show you how the East rocks) --] KRS-One
(The dangerous) --] Notorious B.I.G
Now there's multi in my possession
No question, I be
Rappers lose like Master Ace dice
Who precise? Check the visuals, we no residuals
Individuals makin gold diggers
So no-no for beef, the cocoa leaf
no relief as this rap door revolves
And I enter,? like homes
Blow up mics like I illegal phones
is flesh and bones, not the fraud you're looking for
The plunder, go under, think we're wonder, yo, I spoil it
Flush that down the toilet, sip the alcoholic
Uhh, then hit you with the whatchamacallit
You bleed red water, into my red quarter
eat you like piranha
Cat chow, I bow, still I aim to please
Drain what you got like if I was main squeeze
Wack ease, the end is here at last
Jet real fast your tail between yo ass
(The more dangerous) --] B.I.G
My rap begins by collision, Trigga
The mainstream, it change your visual decision
The jump funk, in my trunk, and you're really dumb, punk
With your odd stories, your ship will get sunk
I'm the jaw-locker, ripper, face-?
Body-dropper, flo'-mopper,
The misdemeanor, dreamer,
the clip in infrared-beamer
Nighty-nighty
The wipe-out, out-wipe the
My pistol-whippin, ass-kickin, public
They say Brownsville double cross, bodybags get tossed
Dangerous for you niggas fuckin my gun sport
(The more dangerous) --] B.I.G
See, now you didn't heed the warning, so here come the
Check the re-
So I'mma re-kicks yo ass
Leavin twisted and bended from a touch of that Darkman rap segment
the dangerzone at your own risk
The rap arsonist, lyrical
Feel the fist when it through
Your skin, your muscle, flesh and tissue
Never to you, my rhymes leave the punk seekin
I shoot em, then hit your dome and leave mic leakin
Then I'm creepin, my style is on next shit
hit your chest and use your back for the exit
Flexin is not
My lyrics bash your brains and your foreheads dented
I it, me, I be the Blahzay lieutenant
Swingin on MC's I'm goin for the pennant
(The more dangerous) --] B.I.G
It's the Hustler, Lone Shark from Ave
Ave. Saratoga Lone Shark, Hustler to it's
I'm rushin you clicks, and backwards
My tactics interact with
Contacts my to keep you flippin like a matress
Matress a flippin me keep to facts
My contact tracks with tactics
My backwards and forwards
If you how I'm creepin
And you ain't
My was dispersed, reversed
I'm than medicine, Next Level veteran
The type to go to the show, deep three on the guestlist
Stop, around and say I'm stressin
Watch how I this
And get a levelling, dissed I never
splatter, assault and batter ya
My thug life-tapes are historical from archives in
And I be the man behind the man behind the man at
When the in the house (oh my God) understand?
(The more dangerous) --] B.I.G
When the East is in the