Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Hook: Jai]
Were so furiously

[Verse 1:
Death by injection
I kill you
A lot of green with a complexion
Women call me the Green Bay
I the zeros
Meaning mucho
So paid, rappers is waitin on trades and they all get like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses boys double up
Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tuck
My every jumpin, or playin double dutch
I shit on rappers verse just got the bubble guts

[Verse 2: Joe
Let me this to the people not understandin my moxy
Animal, me
if you its ?, stop me
But then I hit em with a flow, that they cant even
See, we dont that
Where Im from its like hockey
Sup with the dog, want a war
Bad jean, what you want to trade slugs em for
you cuffin em more, Im stuffin the jaw
Illegal for you to reworking Kevin on the board, dog?
You and your ? on my squad
I put you on a crash course in a car
Going not relying on the brake pad
The car you still drive on the race
So you lying bout your and the Maybach?
A ghost tail for the Phantoms, face
We hip hop, slaughterhouse and payback
In the shape of a tatt, you done to black
GO

[Hook: Claret

[Verse 3 - da 5'9'']
I from eating top ramen to being top rhymer
full of commas
No except for the drama
I remember a time when my only was my momma
My mind in the wrong
Now its ya bow down in ?
in my honour cause bitch Im bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous?
She on E, feeling on me, on key
Im bumping We Are The World
Got a from Britney, no he didnt did he
We run this
No he did he
I feel tinting the glass,
You a sip with me
She from the of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was witty
like a black man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Hook: Claret

[Joell
? to the
to the floor
Just it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some into ya, boy
Referee mind state, Im the score
I dont know what hating for
Wait, wait, what, matter fact
I dont know youre waiting for
I aint finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the pop
I get a kick that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a kid with his thumbs in his ears
and his tongue in his ear going
Just you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
Everything I is hot
But bont be mad at least you speak is
I cant think of nothing nice to say, not nice okay

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Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly like Im launching
of the underground, God of the saw
On black, ? to the jaw
Im off the block
This aint work, call me Im off the
Im a syllable, Hannibal, killer
With a mechanical manual to deliver the ammo
and Im off the top
Rep that West till I walk Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, fricken Joe boys
New gold Rolls Royce, off the lot
Cock me, the only way you can me
Im top seed, I pop at my speed
So watch me, if you havent seen the
I speak fast as in Ramadan

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

We too for the World