Luyện nghe bài hát Dangerous Grounds

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
All them real motherfuckin' niggaz step up front right now
It's goin'
One to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby
what?
Come on, on, ha

ground
Tre pound seven spin around for my the cloud come down
War and peace, I take it to the
shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief

And curse his first born, is thing on?
Send 'em to the children of the corn, we the
See, through the eye of the demon
My lethal injection, destroyin'
Hot Nikkel, eye one pistol
Aimin' at your tissue, do or die
Said the to the fly, "Could this one be tasty?"

Like apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me
On the job Dick Tracy
Hit the for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D.
Symbolic thrill like God he it
Like a finger in a light socket, too to be forgotten
In the apple
I kick dirt on your castle
the flavor all natural

Beat your
Hot son

Before you get the course
Taste a

Submerged in the
Heavy headed that smack you
disturb you, attack you
Thirty six chamb' once comin' at you
Young gun got the body snatch you
Wise words you can see through the third
I fall way beyond the norm on the
on mental nourishment, you can dine on
Track yellin' at me get yo god

Victory is hard, to whom or what
all movin' targets Allah
Runnin' through house and your block party, with rap shotty
And hot the body body, St. Bernards
Couldn't your entourage, rap lobotomy
Leave ya scarred, numb and possibly
deaf and blind is it
I kick the spine out the backs
Fuckin' with mine keep it

Now everybody just throw your in the
What the fuck,
Peace, who

Mind detect mind, I P.L.O. your line
Deep Space
Designed for knuckleheads who guns and throw signs
Let's snatch the tap from your purse
Body-surf on the verse head
Peep defeat, bitch Street beat you with the heat
And you spazzed out spittin' out teeth ain't nuttin'
Big boys destroy blunted zone pop steroid

50 men convoy, expensive the big toy
Rumble through the wasteland right hand's on the
40 caliber city slicker Islander
Synchronized minds combine that motivate
Don't perpetrate pass the blunt let it
Street on a suicide mission
Crime vision finger itchin' from a view position

Dangerous
Tre' pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes

Keep eyes open
Love number nine poetry in motion
Knowledge me the sign
Scopin', connivin', is most of mine
Play 'em nonchalantly, expose the nine
Push and get shoved' what the fuck Gods' of
Comin' in the club wit screwface, actin' up
Is we men or mice, bad moon we wild for the night
a skitzofrenic nigga twice 'cuz o
That's what happened frontin' on the Shaol' borough

Island of Staten we in here no
wit intent
To kill your whole it's real
Startin' wit yo president, duckin' my gun
Tear apart son you don't want it don't start none
Blaze one Jonathon, part man part fly
my B I camouflage like G.I.
Fat like Joe, a day in the
Your money or your life that's the
can't afford ice in the struggle
Tryin' to eat another day another hustle hustle hustle

Dangerous
Tre' pound seven spin around for my the clouds come down
War and peace, I take it to the
Land on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief