Luyện nghe bài hát F5 Furiously Dangerous

We're so dangerous

1: Ludacris]
Death by lyrical
I you rappers
A lot of with a yellow complexion
call me the Green Bay packer
I pack the
mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and 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 tummy
My every records jumpin', or double dutch
I on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts

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

[Hook: Jai]

[Verse 3 - da 5'9'']
I went eating top ramen to being top rhymer
Check full of
No regrets except for the
I a time when my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the wrong
Now it's ya bow down in ?
in my honour cause bitch I'm bonker, plural
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 tinting the glass,
You take a sip me
She from the city of
I call her Mississippi, that was pretty
like a black man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Hook: Claret

[Joell
timberland to the
to the floor
Just whippin' it through the
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some lead ya, boy
Referee mind state, I'm settling the
I don't know what ya'll 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 kick outta that, like a sneakers
See I was a little kid his thumbs in his ears
and his tongue in his ear 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 you speak is
I can't think of nothing nice to say, 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
This aint work, me "I'm off the block"
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer
With a mechanical manual to deliver the flammable
and I'm off the top
Rep that West till I walk 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 speak fast as in Ramadan

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

We too dangerous for the