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
goin' down
One love to Long Hempstead in my heart baby
Shaolin
on, come on, ha

Dangerous
Tre pound seven 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 curse his born, is this thing on?
Send 'em to the of the corn, we the people
See, niggaz through the eye of the
My injection, destroyin' evil
Hot Nikkel, eye one pistol
Aimin' at your tissue, do or die
Said the spider to the fly, "Could one be tasty?"

momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me
On the job like Tracy
Hit the cure for that ill shit 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 dirt on your sand castle
Check the flavor all

Beat feet
Hot son

Before you get the main
Taste a

in the word
Heavy headed verbal that you
Mentally disturb you, you
six chamb' once again comin' at you
Young gun got the snatch you observe
words you can only see through the third
I fall way beyond the on the verb
on mental nourishment, you can dine on
Track at me get yo arrow god

Victory is hard, regardless to whom or
They all movin' Allah
Runnin' through your house and block party, with rap shotty
And hot rock the body body, St.
Couldn't your entourage, rap lobotomy
Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and
Dumb and blind is it
I the spine out the battery backs
Fuckin' mine keep it movin'

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

Mind detect mind, I P.L.O. your startin'
Deep Space
Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw
converse snatch the tap from your purse
Body-surf on the head first
Peep defeat, bitch Street beat you with the heat
And you spazzed out spittin' out teeth ain't peace
Big boys don't destroy zone pop steroid

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

Dangerous
pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes down

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

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

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