Luyện nghe bài hát F5 Furiously Dangerous

We're so dangerous

[Verse 1:
Death by lyrical
I kill you
A lot of green with a complexion
Women me the Green Bay packer
I the zero's
mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin' on and they all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses other double up
'Cause I got some work all on my 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 with a flow, that they can't copy
See, we don't play
Where I'm it's like fantasy hockey
Sup with the dog, want a war
Bad jean, what you want to trade slugs 'em for
While you cuffin' em more, I'm the jaw
Illegal for you to reworking Kevin on the board, dog?
You and your ? on my squad
I put you on a crash in a smart car
Going speeding not relying on the pad
The car you still on the race track
So you lying bout your feelings and the
A tail for the Phantoms, face facts?
We ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse and
In the shape of a tatt, you done faded to
GO

[Hook: Jai]

[Verse 3 - Royce da
I went from eating top ramen to being top
full of commas
No regrets except for the
I remember a time when my only was my momma
My mind in the direction
Now time ya bow down in ?
Writ in my honour bitch I'm bonker, plural
In a with my Ivanka, pompous? 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 take a sip me
She from the city of
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 throw lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I'm settling the
I don't what ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, know what, fact
I don't know what you're 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 little kid with his in his ears
and his tongue in his ear going
Just when you 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 shit fly I'm launching manure
of the underground, God of the saw
On black, ? to the jaw
Yeah I'm off the
This work, call me "I'm off the block"
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer
With a mechanical manual to the flammable ammo
and I'm off the top
Rep that 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 at my speed
So watch me, if you seen the phenomenom
I fast as Lamborghini's in Ramadan

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

We too dangerous for the