Luyện nghe bài hát Dangerous Grounds

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
All them real motherfuckin' niggaz step up front right now
It's goin'
One love to Long Hempstead in my heart baby
Shaolin
Come on, on, ha

Dangerous
Tre pound seven spin around for my 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 born, is this thing on?
'em to the children of the corn, we the people
See, niggaz through the eye of the
My lethal injection, destroyin'
Hot Nikkel, private eye one
Aimin' at your tissue, do or die
Said the to the fly, "Could this one be tasty?"

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

Beat feet
Hot son

Before you get the main
Taste a

in the word
Heavy verbal that smack you
disturb you, attack you
Thirty six chamb' once comin' at you
Young gun got the body snatch you
Wise words you can only see through the
I way beyond the norm on the verb
Shine on nourishment, you can dine on
yellin' at me get yo arrow god

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

Now everybody just throw hands 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
Body-surf on the head first
Peep defeat, Street beat you down with 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 wasteland hand's on the silencer
40 city slicker Staten Islander
Synchronized minds thoughts that motivate
Don't perpetrate pass the let it circulate
Street politicians on a suicide
Crime vision finger itchin' from a scope view

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

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

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

Dangerous
pound seven spin 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