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 styles in my possession
No question, I be
lose like Master Ace rollin dice
Who precise? Check the visuals, we no residuals
Individuals gold diggers miserable
So no-no for beef, smoke the cocoa
no relief as this rap door revolves
And I enter,? like people
Blow up like I blow illegal phones
Homes is flesh and bones, not the you're looking for
The plunder, go under, think one-hit wonder, yo, I spoil it
that talk down the toilet, sip the alcoholic
Uhh, then Blahzay hit you with the
You bleed red water, step into my red
eat you like piranha
Cat chow, I bow, still I aim to please
Drain what you got like if I was main squeeze
Wack MC's ease, the end is at last
Jet real with your tail between yo ass
(The more dangerous) --] B.I.G
My rap begins by collision, Trigga
The flow mainstream, it change visual decision
The jump funk, bodies in my trunk, and you're dumb, punk
With your odd stories, your dream will get sunk
I'm the jaw-locker, ripper, face-?
Body-dropper, flo'-mopper,
The misdemeanor, dreamer,
Slip the clip in
deceased-dreamer
The wipe-out, the competition
My pistol-whippin, ass-kickin, public
They say Brownsville niggas cross, bodybags get tossed
Dangerous for you niggas with my gun sport
(The dangerous) --] Notorious B.I.G
See, now you didn't heed the warning, so here come the
the prefix: re-
So I'mma re-kicks yo ass
Leavin MC's twisted and from a touch of that Darkman rap segment
the dangerzone at your own risk
The rap arsonist, demolisionist
the fist when it rips through
Your skin, your muscle, flesh and tissue
to miss you, my rhymes leave the punk seekin
I em, then hit your dome and leave your mic leakin
Then I'm creepin, my style is on some shit
hit your chest and use your back for the exit
Flexin is not
My lyrics bash your brains and leave foreheads dented
I it, me, I be the Blahzay lieutenant
on MC's like I'm goin for the pennant
(The more dangerous) --] B.I.G
It's the Hustler, Lone Shark Saratoga Ave
Ave. Saratoga from Lone Shark, Hustler to
I'm rushin you clicks, and backwards
My tactics interact tracks
Contacts my facts to you flippin like a matress
Matress a like me keep to facts
My contact tracks with interact
My and forwards match
If you how I'm creepin
And you sleepin
My was dispersed, reversed
I'm better than medicine, Level veteran
The type to go to the show, deep with on the guestlist
Stop, turn and say I'm stressin
Watch how I this
And get a levelling, I never been
Hardrocks'll splatter, and batter ya
My thug are historical from archives in Attica
And I be the man behind the man the man at hand
When the Hustler's in the (oh my God) understand?
(The more dangerous) --] B.I.G
the East is in the house