Luyện nghe bài hát F5 Furiously Dangerous

We're so dangerous

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

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

Claret Jai]

[Verse 3 - da 5'9'']
I went from top ramen to being top rhymer
Check of commas
No regrets except for the
I remember a time when my only perfection was my
My in the wrong direction
Now it's time ya bow in ?
Writ in my honour cause bitch I'm bonker,
In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous?
She on E, on me, singing on key
While I'm bumping We Are The
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 city of
I her Mississippi, that was pretty witty
Demand a black man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Hook: Claret

[Joell
to the pedal
Pedal to the
Just whippin' it the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I'm settling the
I don't know ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, know what, fact
I don't know what waiting for
I aint finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the pop
I get a kick outta that, like a spot
See I was a kid with his thumbs in his ears
and his tongue in his ear na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
Everything I is hot
But bont be mad at least you speak is
I think of nothing nice to say, you're not nice okay

I]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly I'm launching manure
of the underground, God of the saw
On black, ? to the jaw
I'm off the block
This aint work, me "I'm off the block"
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, cannibal
With a mechanical manual to the flammable ammo
and I'm off the top
Rep West till I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick fricken Joe
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 the phenomenom
I fast as Lamborghini's in Ramadan

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

We too for the World