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
It's down
One love to Long Island 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 take it to the
Land on my lawn 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, through the eye of the demon
My lethal injection, evil
Hot Nikkel, eye one pistol
Aimin' at brain tissue, do or die
Said the spider to the fly, "Could one be tasty?"

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

Beat feet
Hot son

Before you get the course
a appetizer

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

Victory is hard, regardless to whom or
They all targets Allah
Runnin' through your house and your party, with rap shotty
And hot the body body, St. Bernards
save your entourage, rap lobotomy
Leave ya mentally scarred, and possibly
deaf and blind is it
I kick the out the battery backs
Fuckin' with keep it movin'

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

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

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

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

Keep your open
potion number nine poetry in motion
Knowledge me the seventh
Scopin', connivin', infiltrate is most of
'em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine
Push and get shoved' what the fuck thinkin' 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 on the Shaol' borough

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

Dangerous
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