Luyện nghe bài hát F5 Furiously Dangerous

We're so dangerous

[Verse 1:
Death by lyrical
I you rappers
A lot of green with a yellow
call me the Green Bay packer
I the zero's
Meaning deniro
So paid, rappers is on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses boys double up
'Cause I got some work all on my but I call it a tummy tuck
My records jumpin', or playin' double dutch
I shit on 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 then I hit 'em with a flow, that they even copy
See, we don't play
I'm from it's like fantasy hockey
Sup the dog, thugs 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 Love on the board, dog?
You and your ? on my squad
I put you on a crash course in a 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 ghost tail for the Phantoms, facts?
We ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse and
In the of a tatt, you done faded to black
GO

[Hook: Claret

3 - Royce da 5'9'']
I went from eating top to being top rhymer
full of commas
No regrets for the drama
I remember a when my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the wrong
Now it's time ya bow 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 from Britney, no he did he
"We run town"
No he did he
I like tinting the glass,
You take a sip me
She from the of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, was pretty witty
Demand a black man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

Claret Jai]

[Joell
timberland to the
Pedal to the
Just whippin' it the ghetto
Metal in the door, I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I'm settling the
I don't know what ya'll 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 sneakers
See I was a kid with 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 everything you 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
I'm off the block
This aint work, me "I'm off the block"
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer
With a mechanical manual to deliver the ammo
and I'm off the top
Rep that West till I 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 watch me, if you haven't the phenomenom
I speak as Lamborghini's in Ramadan

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

We too dangerous for the