Luyện nghe bài hát F5 Furiously Dangerous

We're so furiously

[Verse 1:
Death by injection
I kill you
A lot of green with a complexion
Women call me the Bay packer
I the zero's
mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin' on and they all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell other boys double up
'Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tuck
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 people not understandin' my
Animal, me
if you think it's tangible, me
But I hit 'em with a flow, that they can't even copy
See, we play that
Where I'm from it's fantasy hockey
Sup the dog, thugs want a war
Bad jean, what you 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 ? on my squad
I put you on a course in a smart car
Going speeding not relying on the pad
The car you drive on the race track
So you lying bout your feelings and the
A ghost for the Phantoms, face facts?
We hip hop, slaughterhouse and payback
In the of a tatt, you done faded to black
GO

Claret Jai]

[Verse 3 - da 5'9'']
I went from eating top ramen to top rhymer
full of commas
No regrets for the drama
I remember a time when my only was my momma
My mind in the direction
Now time ya bow down in ?
Writ in my cause bitch I'm bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, girl
She on E, on me, singing on key
While I'm We Are The World
Got a sniff from Britney, no he did he
"We run town"
No he did he
I like tinting the glass,
You a sip with me
She the city of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was pretty
Demand like a black man tryna get
He get it, did he?

[Hook: Claret

Ortiz]
timberland to the
Pedal to the
whippin' it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some lead ya, boy
Referee mind state, I'm the score
I don't know ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, know what, matter
I know what you're waiting for
I finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid with his 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 everything you speak is
I can't of nothing nice to say, you're 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
aint work, call 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 that West I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick 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 suggest you shut it
Pack your 'ish and around
Because tonight, we run this
So let your feet, still hit the ground

We too for the World