Luyện nghe bài hát F5 Furiously Dangerous

We're so dangerous

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

[Verse 2: Joe
Let me tell this to the not understandin' my moxy
Animal, me
if you think it's tangible, me
But then I hit 'em a flow, that they can't even copy
See, we don't that
Where I'm from it's like hockey
Sup with the dog, want a war
Bad jean, what you want to trade with 'em for
you cuffin' em more, I'm stuffin' the jaw
Illegal for you to reworking Kevin Love on the board,
You and your ? on my squad
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 lying bout your feelings and the
A tail for the Phantoms, face facts?
We ruin hip hop, and payback
In the shape of a tatt, you done faded to
GO

Claret Jai]

[Verse 3 - Royce da
I went from top ramen to being top rhymer
Check of commas
No regrets except for the
I remember a time when my only was my momma
My mind in the wrong
Now time ya bow down in ?
Writ in my honour cause bitch I'm bonker,
In a whip with my Ivanka, girl
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 a sip with me
She the city of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was pretty
Demand like a 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 some lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I'm the score
I don't what ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, know what, matter
I know what you're waiting for
I aint finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the pop
I get a outta that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his
and his tongue in his ear going
Just you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
I speak is hot
But bont be mad at least everything you is
I can't think of nothing to say, you're not nice okay

I]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly like I'm 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, killer
With a manual to deliver the flammable ammo
and I'm off the top
Rep West till I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick 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 haven't seen the
I fast as Lamborghini's in Ramadan

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

We too for the World