Luyện nghe bài hát Dangerous Grounds

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

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

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

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

Beat your
Hot son

Before you get the course
Taste a

in the word
Heavy headed verbal smack you
disturb you, attack you
Thirty six chamb' once comin' at you
gun got the body snatch you observe
Wise you can only see through the third
I fall way beyond the norm on the
Shine on nourishment, you can dine on
yellin' 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 the body body, St. Bernards
Couldn't save entourage, rap lobotomy
Leave ya scarred, numb and possibly
deaf and blind is it
I kick the spine out the battery
Fuckin' mine keep it movin'

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

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

50 men convoy, where's the big toy
Rumble through the wasteland right hand's on the
40 caliber city slicker Staten
Synchronized combine thoughts that motivate
perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate
Street politicians on a mission
Crime vision finger itchin' from a scope position

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

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

of Staten 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 want it then don't start none
Blaze one with Jonathon, part man fly
Handle my B I camouflage G.I.
Fat Joe, a day in the life
Your money or your that's the life
can't afford ice in the struggle
Tryin' to eat right another day another hustle hustle

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