Luyện nghe bài hát F5 Furiously Dangerous

We're so furiously

1: Ludacris]
Death by injection
I you rappers
A lot of with a yellow complexion
Women me the Green Bay packer
I the zero's
Meaning mucho
So paid, is waitin' on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses boys double up
'Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tuck
My every jumpin', or playin' double dutch
I shit on rappers every just got the bubble guts

[Verse 2: Joe
Let me tell this to the not understandin' my moxy
Animal, me
if you it's tangible, stop me
But then I hit 'em with a flow, that they can't copy
See, we don't that
Where I'm from like fantasy hockey
Sup the dog, thugs want a war
Bad jean, you want to trade slugs with 'em for
you cuffin' em more, I'm stuffin' the jaw
Illegal for you to Kevin Love on the board, dog?
You and your skills ? on my
I put you on a course in a smart car
speeding not relying on the brake pad
The car you drive on the race track
So you bout your feelings and the Maybach?
A tail for the Phantoms, face facts?
We ruin hip hop, and payback
In the shape of a tatt, you done faded to
GO

[Hook: Jai]

[Verse 3 - Royce da
I went from eating top ramen to top rhymer
full of commas
No except for the drama
I remember a time my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the direction
Now it's time ya bow in ?
Writ in my honour cause I'm bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, girl
She on E, feeling on me, on key
While I'm bumping We Are The
Got a from 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 the city of Jackson
I her Mississippi, that was pretty witty
Demand a black man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

Claret Jai]

[Joell
to the pedal
Pedal to the
whippin' it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw lead into ya, boy
mind state, I'm settling the score
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 outta that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid his thumbs in his ears
and his in his ear going na-na-na-nah-naaar
when you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
Everything I is hot
But bont be mad at least everything you is
I can't think of nothing nice to say, not nice okay

I]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly like I'm launching
of the underground, God of the saw
On black, ? to the jaw
Yeah I'm off the
This aint work, me "I'm off the block"
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, cannibal
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 way you can stop me
I'm top seed, I pop green at my
So watch me, if you haven't seen the
I fast as Lamborghini's in Ramadan

I you shut it down
your 'ish and turn around
Because tonight, we run town
So let feet, still swiftly hit the ground

We too dangerous for the