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 yellow
call me the Green Bay packer
I pack the
Meaning mucho
So paid, rappers is on trades 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 tummy
My records jumpin', or playin' double dutch
I shit on rappers every verse just got the guts

2: Joe Budden]
Let me tell this to the people not understandin' my
Animal, me
if you think tangible, stop me
But then I hit 'em with a flow, they can't even copy
See, we don't 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
Illegal for you to reworking Love on the board, dog?
You and your skills ? on my
I put you on a crash course in a 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 tail for the Phantoms, face
We hip hop, slaughterhouse and payback
In the shape of a tatt, you done faded to
GO

[Hook: Claret

[Verse 3 - Royce da
I went from eating top ramen to top rhymer
full of commas
No regrets for the drama
I remember a time when my only perfection was my
My mind in the direction
Now it's ya bow down in ?
in my honour cause bitch I'm bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous?
She on E, on me, singing on key
I'm bumping We Are The World
Got a sniff Britney, no he didn't did he
"We run town"
No he did he
I like tinting the glass,
You take a sip me
She from the city of
I call her Mississippi, that was pretty
like a black man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Hook: Claret

Ortiz]
timberland to the
Pedal to the
Just whippin' it the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some into ya, boy
Referee state, I'm settling the score
I don't what ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, what, matter fact
I know what you're waiting for
I aint say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a outta that, like a sneakers 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
I speak is hot
But bont be mad at least 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
I'm off the block
This work, call me "I'm off the block"
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, cannibal
With a manual to deliver the flammable ammo
and I'm off the top
Rep that West till I walk Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick fricken Joe
New gold Royce, fall off the lot
Cock me, the only way you can me
I'm top seed, I pop green at my
So watch me, if you haven't the phenomenom
I speak fast as in Ramadan

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

We too for the World