Luyện nghe bài hát Dangerous Grounds

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
All them real live motherfuckin' step up front right now
It's goin'
One love to Long Island Hempstead in my baby
Shaolin
on, come on, ha

Dangerous
Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the come down
War and peace, I it to the street
Land shark on my chop the thumbs off a thief

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

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

Beat your
Hot son

Before you get the main
a appetizer

Submerged in the
Heavy headed that smack you
Mentally you, attack you
six chamb' once again comin' at you
Young gun got the body you observe
words you can only see through the third
I fall way beyond the on the verb
Shine on nourishment, you can dine on
Track yellin' at me get yo god

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

Now just throw your hands in the
the fuck, fuck?
Peace, who

Mind mind, I P.L.O. your startin' line
Deep Space
Designed for knuckleheads who bust and throw signs
Let's converse snatch the tap from your
Body-surf on the head first
Peep defeat, bitch Street beat you down with the
And you out spittin' out teeth ain't nuttin' peace
Big boys don't 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 thoughts that motivate
perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate
Street on a suicide mission
Crime vision finger itchin' a scope view position

ground
Tre' pound seven spin for my bredren the cloud comes down

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

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

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