Luyện nghe bài hát Dangerous Grounds

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
All them real live motherfuckin' niggaz up front right now
It's down
One love to 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 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 children of the corn, we the
See, through the eye of the demon
My lethal injection, destroyin'
Hot Nikkel, private eye one
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 Dick
Hit the cure for ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D.
Symbolic thrill God he shocked it
Like a finger in a socket, too good to be forgotten
In the rotten
I dirt on your sand castle
the flavor all natural

Beat your
Hot son

Before you get the main
Taste a

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

Victory is hard, to whom or what
They all movin' targets
Runnin' through your house and your party, with rap shotty
And hot rock the body, St. Bernards
Couldn't save entourage, rap lobotomy
Leave ya mentally scarred, and possibly
Dumb deaf and is it
I kick the 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 bust guns and throw
converse snatch the tap from your purse
Body-surf on the verse first
Peep defeat, bitch Street beat you down the heat
And you spazzed out spittin' out ain't nuttin' peace
Big boys don't destroy blunted pop steroid

50 men convoy, where's the big toy
Rumble through the right hand's on the silencer
40 caliber city slicker Staten
Synchronized minds combine thoughts that
Don't pass the blunt let it circulate
Street politicians on a mission
Crime finger itchin' from a scope view position

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

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

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

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