Luyện nghe bài hát F5 Furiously Dangerous

We're so dangerous

1: Ludacris]
Death by injection
I kill you
A lot of with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Bay packer
I pack the
mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell other boys double up
I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My records jumpin', or playin' double dutch
I shit on rappers every verse got the bubble guts

[Verse 2: Joe
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 play that
Where I'm it's like fantasy hockey
Sup with the dog, thugs a war
Bad jean, what you to trade slugs with 'em for
While you em more, I'm stuffin' the jaw
for you to reworking Kevin Love on the board, dog?
You and your ? on my squad
I put you on a crash course in a car
speeding not relying on the brake pad
The car you drive on the race track
So you lying bout feelings and the Maybach?
A ghost tail for the Phantoms, facts?
We hip hop, slaughterhouse and payback
In the of a tatt, you done faded to black
GO

Claret Jai]

[Verse 3 - Royce da
I went from eating top to being top rhymer
Check full of
No regrets for the drama
I remember a time my only perfection was my momma
My in the wrong direction
Now it's ya bow down in ?
Writ in my honour bitch I'm bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, girl
She on E, on me, singing on key
While I'm bumping We Are The
Got a sniff from Britney, no he did he
"We run town"
No he did he
I like tinting the glass,
You take a sip me
She the city of Jackson
I her Mississippi, that was pretty witty
Demand like a man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

Claret Jai]

[Joell
to the pedal
Pedal to the
Just whippin' it through the
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some into ya, boy
mind state, I'm settling the score
I don't what ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, what, matter fact
I don't know you're waiting for
I aint finna say nothing, turn the up more til the speakers pop
I get a outta that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his
and his tongue in his ear going
Just when you it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
I speak is hot
But bont be mad at everything you speak is
I can't think of nothing nice to say, you're not okay

I]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly like I'm manure
of the underground, God of the saw
On black, ? to the jaw
I'm off the block
This aint work, me "I'm off the block"
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, cannibal
With a mechanical manual to deliver the flammable
and I'm off the top
Rep West 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 at my speed
So me, if you haven't seen the phenomenom
I speak fast as in Ramadan

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

We too for the World