Luyện nghe bài hát Dangerous Grounds

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

Dangerous
Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the come down
War and peace, I it to the street
Land on my lawn 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, niggaz through the eye of the
My lethal injection, destroyin'
Hot Nikkel, eye one pistol
Aimin' at brain tissue, do or die
Said the to the fly, "Could this one be tasty?"

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

Beat your
Hot son

Before you get the course
Taste a

Submerged in the
Heavy headed verbal smack you
Mentally you, attack you
Thirty six chamb' once again at you
Young gun got the snatch you observe
words you can only see through the third
I way beyond the norm 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 your house and your party, with rap shotty
And hot rock the body body, St.
Couldn't save your entourage, rap
Leave ya mentally scarred, and possibly
Dumb and blind is it
I kick the out the battery backs
with mine keep it movin'

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

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

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

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

Keep eyes open
Love potion number nine 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 wild for the
Kill a skitzofrenic twice 'cuz o
That's what when frontin' on the Shaol' borough

of Staten we in here no fear
Assault wit
To kill your whole regiment real
Startin' wit yo president, my dart gun
Tear apart son you don't want it then don't none
Blaze one with Jonathon, part man fly
Handle my B I like 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 right another day hustle hustle hustle

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