Luyện nghe bài hát F5 Furiously Dangerous

We're so dangerous

[Verse 1:
by lyrical injection
I kill you
A lot of green with a complexion
Women me the Green Bay packer
I pack the
Meaning mucho
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses other double up
'Cause I got some work all on my waist but I it a tummy tuck
My every records jumpin', or playin' dutch
I on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts

2: Joe Budden]
Let me tell this to the people not my moxy
Animal, me
if you think tangible, stop me
But then I hit 'em with a flow, that they can't copy
See, we play that
Where I'm it's like fantasy hockey
Sup with the dog, want a war
Bad jean, what you want to trade with 'em for
While you cuffin' em more, I'm the jaw
Illegal for you to reworking Love on the board, dog?
You and your ? on my squad
I put you on a crash course in a car
speeding not relying on the brake pad
The car you still on the race track
So you bout your feelings and the Maybach?
A ghost tail for the Phantoms, face
We ruin hip hop, and payback
In the shape of a tatt, you done to black
GO

[Hook: Claret

3 - Royce da 5'9'']
I went from eating top to being top rhymer
Check full of
No regrets for the drama
I remember a when my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the direction
Now it's time ya bow in ?
in my honour cause bitch I'm bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, girl
She on E, on me, singing on key
I'm bumping We Are The World
Got a sniff Britney, no he didn't did he
"We run town"
No he did he
I feel like the glass,
You take a sip me
She from the of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, was pretty witty
Demand like a man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Hook: Jai]

Ortiz]
timberland to the
Pedal to the
Just whippin' it through the
Metal in the door, I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I'm settling the
I know what ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, know what, fact
I know what you're waiting for
I aint finna say nothing, turn the up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, like a spot
See I was a little kid with his in his ears
and his in his ear going na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
Everything I is hot
But be mad at least everything you speak is
I can't of nothing nice to say, you're not nice okay

I]
Rapper, hustler,
My fly like I'm launching manure
of the underground, God of the saw
On black, ? to the jaw
Yeah I'm off the
aint work, call me "I'm off the block"
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer
a mechanical manual to deliver the flammable ammo
and I'm off the top
Rep West till I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, fricken Joe boys
New gold Rolls Royce, off the lot
Cock me, the only way you can me
I'm top seed, I pop green at my
So watch me, if you seen the phenomenom
I fast as Lamborghini's in Ramadan

I suggest you shut it
Pack your 'ish and around
Because tonight, we run this
So let feet, still swiftly hit the ground

We too dangerous for the