Luyện nghe bài hát Dangerous Mc's

Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave
My Fulton Street niggaz, MC's

Diamonds on my neck, drop-top
Chillin' on the scene, smoking l's of
Ooh-wee, you see, the
Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Ness
Nine millimeter test, wan fi' test?
And the is

Y'all niggaz the rules
I blast on niggaz so my never bruise
Land-still-cruise, White paid his dues
Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa
forward to me like commissary

All of a sudden, now everybody Big
Done did it, come widdit, get yo' head
Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you it
Your shit it, just ain't got that loud, gold tooth shine like

Biggie Small's the illest and how, frays raise eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions, led to dumpin'
IV to pump-in, feeling something
Catch my or catch my four-fifth lift
At least six inches project fences
meat to minces, jokes turn to flinches

When I rain I drenches, cleared your park
Missed you by pinches, your talk is
Actor chiropractor for cracked jaw
Yes, I rocked cheddar box
Dangerous you're not I gets
your body round and round, upside down

C'mon, yo, your hands, c'mon
Bitch, grab tits, c'mon
Let me know you in the
your fists, c'mon

Thugs tote yo'
We to get mo' rich, c'mon
Let's the club, c'mon
the place up, c'mon

Shake yo' ass
And make it all around, c'mon
Yo, make money
Throw yo' on the ground, c'mon

Bounce in your whips,
Bitch, yo' lips, c'mon
MC's
My nigga, be the shit, c'mon
Dangerous
My nigga, be the shit, c'mon

Make money, hand fist
The bo-vines roam where chicken hearts don't
Settin' up shop, it's hands on in the
Fakes don't kill nuttin' but time and tussle

The process of elimination, fresh
Come and go and death be starvation
In the of battle, it's no rest for the weary
Snooze and you lose is the

The fury of a patient man is beyond belief
Be afraid, you don't want beef with us
Your is cheap and the supply meets demand
Everything you can is real man

And revenge be the dish I to cats cold
up on about ten folds, you know how it goes
You know the and it's real as shit, c'mon
grab your dicks, c'mon, bitches rub your tits, c'mon

Throw your hands,
Bitch, your tits, c'mon
Let me know you in the
your fists, c'mon

Thugs tote yo'
We 'bout to get mo' rich,
blow the club, c'mon
Fuck the place up,

Shake yo' ass
And make it swing all around,
Yo, make money
yo' loot on the ground, c'mon

Bounce in whips, c'mon
Bitch, lick yo' lips,
MC's
My nigga, this be the shit,

Oh no, big Dogg
Slap you my paw, all across your jaw
Break, fool on these while I'm breakin' the law
You come up in my room, look bitch, you it off, follow me

I slip 'em, slide 'em, rip 'em, 'em, provide 'em
that West coast G shit, L.B.C. shit
We dips to this, chips to this
And buy brand new and shit

I bet you didn't know yo' bitch was suckin' dick
Who you think she fuckin' Look here
My side lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd
Point a at you bitch niggas, bla dow

How you like me
You got stuck and fucked, Doggy
100 spokes Day-tonas, the corner
All up in Crooklyn, bad are lookin'

C'mon, yo, throw hands, c'mon
Bitch, grab your tits,
Let me you in the spot
Bump fists, c'mon

Thugs yo' shit
We to get mo' rich, c'mon
Let's blow the club,
Fuck the place up,

Shake yo' ass
And it swing all around, c'mon
Yo, make this
yo' loot on the ground, c'mon

Bounce in whips, c'mon
Bitch, lick yo' lips,
MC's
My nigga, this be the shit,

So you lovin' us so much, this shit is through you
If I worked in a
I'd shit in the and feed it to you

Most of my niggaz cuckoo, to gas to shoot you
Even all of them Haitian niggaz won't believe this
Can yo' be chaka, don't let me speak in patois
And kick you in your face we playin' a game of soccer

I love to cock the glock-a, stack up on and vodka
And fuck crew because all of y'all niggaz full of caca
The way we doin' damage, me how the fuck you manage
With my niggaz who marinate on foul thoughts and think

niggaz'll throw you in a manhole
And push hand in yo' ass
And pull yo' right out yo' asshole

nigga, we rugged all day, nigga
You ready to bitch? Fuck the foreplay, nigga
This me for all consumers, my nigga fuck the
Three in the worst way of coke for all you drug abusers

Throw hands, c'mon
Bitch, grab tits, c'mon
Let me know you in the
Bump fists, c'mon

tote yo' shit
We to get mo' rich, c'mon
Let's blow the club,
the place up, c'mon

Shake yo' ass
And make it all around, c'mon
Yo, this money
Throw yo' loot on the ground,

Bounce in whips, c'mon
Bitch, lick yo' lips,
MC's
My nigga, this be the shit,

Yo, throw your hands,
Bitch, grab your tits,
Let me you in the spot
Bump fists, c'mon

Thugs tote yo'
We 'bout to get mo' rich,
Let's blow the club,
Fuck the up, c'mon

yo' nasty ass
And make it swing all around,
Yo, make this
Throw yo' loot on the ground,