Luyện nghe bài hát F5 Furiously Dangerous

We're so dangerous

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

2: Joe Budden]
Let me this to the people not understandin' my moxy
Animal, me
if you think tangible, stop me
But then I hit 'em with a flow, that they even 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 slugs with 'em for
While you cuffin' em more, I'm the jaw
Illegal for you to reworking Love on the board, dog?
You and skills ? on my squad
I put you on a crash in a smart car
Going not relying on the brake pad
The car you still drive on the track
So you lying bout your and the Maybach?
A ghost for the Phantoms, face facts?
We ruin hip hop, and payback
In the shape of a tatt, you done to black
GO

[Hook: Claret

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

Claret Jai]

[Joell
timberland to the
to the floor
Just whippin' it the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta some lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I'm the score
I don't know what ya'll for
Wait, wait, what, matter fact
I know what you're waiting for
I finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid his thumbs in his ears
and his tongue in his ear going
Just when you think it stop
I speak is hot
But bont be mad at everything you speak is
I can't think of 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 to deliver the flammable ammo
and I'm off the top
Rep that till I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick fricken Joe
New gold Royce, fall off the lot
me, the only way you can stop me
I'm top seed, I pop green at my
So watch me, if you seen the phenomenom
I speak fast as Lamborghini's in

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

We too for the World