Luyện nghe bài hát Dangerous Grounds

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

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

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

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

Beat your
Hot son

Before you get the course
a appetizer

Submerged in the
Heavy verbal that smack you
Mentally disturb you, you
Thirty six chamb' once again at you
Young gun got the body snatch you
words you can only see through the third
I fall way beyond the on the verb
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 save your entourage, rap
Leave ya mentally scarred, and possibly
deaf and blind is it
I the spine out the battery backs
Fuckin' mine keep it movin'

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

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

50 men convoy, expensive the big toy
Rumble through the wasteland hand's on the silencer
40 caliber slicker Staten Islander
Synchronized minds thoughts that motivate
Don't pass the blunt let it circulate
Street politicians on a mission
Crime vision finger from a scope view position

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

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

Island of we in here no fear
Assault wit
To kill your whole it's real
Startin' wit yo president, duckin' my gun
Tear apart son you don't want it then don't start
Blaze one with Jonathon, man part fly
Handle my B I camouflage G.I.
Fat Joe, a day in the life
Your money or your life that's the
Everybody can't ice in the struggle
Tryin' to eat another day another hustle hustle hustle

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