Luyện nghe bài hát F5 Furiously Dangerous

We're so furiously

[Verse 1:
by lyrical injection
I you rappers
A lot of with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Bay packer
I the zero's
mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get Knicked like
Hello, LUDA!
Tell other boys double up
'Cause I got some all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My every jumpin', or playin' double dutch
I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble

[Verse 2: Joe
Let me tell to the people not understandin' my moxy
Animal, me
if you it's tangible, stop me
But then I hit 'em with a flow, they can't even copy
See, we don't that
Where I'm from like fantasy hockey
Sup with the dog, want a war
Bad jean, what you want to trade slugs 'em for
While you em more, I'm stuffin' the jaw
Illegal for you to Kevin Love on the board, dog?
You and skills ? on my squad
I put you on a course in a smart car
Going speeding not on the brake pad
The car you still drive on the 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 faded to
GO

Claret Jai]

[Verse 3 - da 5'9'']
I went from eating top to being top rhymer
full of commas
No regrets for the drama
I remember a time when my only was my momma
My mind in the wrong
Now it's time ya bow in ?
Writ in my honour cause bitch I'm bonker,
In a with my Ivanka, pompous? girl
She on E, feeling on me, 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 a sip with me
She from the of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, was pretty witty
Demand like a black man tryna get
He get it, did he?

[Hook: Claret

[Joell
to the pedal
Pedal to the
Just it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I'm the score
I don't know what ya'll for
Wait, wait, know what, matter
I don't what you're waiting for
I aint finna say nothing, the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a kid with his thumbs in his ears
and his tongue in his ear na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just when you think it na-na-na-nah-naaar
Everything I is hot
But bont be mad at least you speak is
I can't think of nothing nice to say, 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
Yeah I'm off the
This aint work, me "I'm off the block"
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, cannibal
With a manual to deliver the flammable ammo
and I'm off the top
Rep that West 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 speak fast as Lamborghini's in

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

We too for the World