Luyện nghe bài hát Dangerous Mindz

I got stress on my brain that chest pains
Inside the best frames, ghetto blood clots is scored by shots
And drug spots, well, if you're too to move out
Or get a new house, it's like in a war, walkin' through shootouts

And you doubt God exists, hard fists
Be poundin' on your head jackhammers
You're trapped in the drama, you hear the laughter
Seconds after that you fade out, you're out, you're laid out

Your heart nearly gave out, you're lucky you made out
With just a few when the beating ends
The streets let ya again
But evil men, will be on the receiving end

Of Universal Law, I'm callin' on the and the poor
To fight back and forfeit the day you have to go to war
With forces that are upon the seven continental borders
A fortress is essentials to absorb this

My sword hits the orb until it orbits
In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be
Since of the lost civilization in the past
Had my photographs etched inside of

To laugh at revelation, without 365 days of concentration
And hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan
I'm ancient as 'Amen', see I Grym
Throwin' fools in in a pit full of pit to be shaken

Or strapped to the crossroads of and inner sin
Which trap the sinners in to such a Sing-Sing
I bring Grym tidings, tidal your wave all not
Stop the dick, start writin' your own shit

'Cause I stick figures, they think they fat and rap wind blast
I make 'em Fast, lookin' like stick figures
I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and
Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria clothes

Foes is tagged like ex-foes at the coroner's
Kids with cold rise and fall like the barometer
Grym mentally chop your career
See, shit is locked down here, like blocks in tears

outta your ducts, every time you hear my name
You better fate or catch a fuckin' face full of duct tape
You get smacked like a trick that off her money
Then smoked like with the blunts dipped in honey

Rotate your head like a gyro, my grows in knotty spirals
Feet resembles Christ's from the Bible
Water-walker, to all physical torture
Pull out fast in a Porsche upon a

My penis up in the morning like a Phoenix
And blast cells into a low blooded 'nemic
The imperial venereal
MC's get murdered in serial, you can't with the material

Unorthodox paradox, my shit is wide-screen Magnavox
Grabs thought like Doctor
war like the grandson of Kush
I'm hangin' heads on a evergreen bush

sorceresses, bitches get exhausted
Pussy lips be drippin', like leaky
Undercover C-Cyphers up like windshield wipers
While I'm guzzlin' Piper's, changin' my son's shitty-ass

piece trapped in sync like many time piece
You get by the wildabeast
A rap dast' plus tracks black Chow Yun Fat
forces get their eardrums flat

Common denominator, I swing the mic saber like
He was fooled by the interpreatation from a traitor
MC's get wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone
Choked from my death, every they break a wishbone

Eventually, I knew the whole world mention me
Potentially, I have the key to G's
MC's breeze on my tracks, I rock the root the trees
Killa bees spread like diseases

See it's, like the comin' of Jesus, of Nazareth
Be fabulous, raise the dead up like Lazarus
Hazardous vocabulary attacks be
Acoustical we provoke, it comes out musically dope

Niggaz they just can't cope
They're here, bustin' out the head fire and smoke Loc
I blast watts in circuits General Monk-Monk was Turkish
My science is divided into your central nervous

Pervert area codes peep this
I'm boxed-in, suckin' tits, inhalin' oxygen
Parallel world of crab and sea shells mix
I pierce my dick and sword right through you

I'm hell stricken bomb, wrapped in of palm
existence is descendants of Allah
I travel at high rates, weaker men are
That migrate or get burnt to the stake

I off lyrical light beams of amphetamine
My terminology is panatomic lobotomy
Crazy el loco, gas niggaz like
'em like Presto, Blast in your chest bone

I raise the shore, like Sodom and Gomorrah
With traction, flashin' a 4-wheel drive Explorer
mucus lies within the center of the Rubik's
The roots of the wine induced the enzymes inside nucleus

boilin' appointed, niggaz rubbin' off my style like a ointment
Lost in the Sahara, From and error
Confused with 3 for Sister Sara

Bearer, digestin' in abundance
Because the dead is not known to return the dungeons