Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Hook: Claret
Were so dangerous

[Verse 1:
Death by lyrical
I kill you
A lot of green with a yellow
Women call me the Bay packer
I pack the
Meaning mucho
So paid, rappers is waitin on trades and all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell other boys double up
Cause I got work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My every jumpin, or playin double dutch
I on rappers 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 its ?, me
But I hit em with a flow, that they cant even copy
See, we dont that
Im from its like fantasy hockey
Sup the dog, thugs want a war
Bad jean, what you want to slugs with em for
While you cuffin em more, Im the jaw
Illegal for you to reworking Kevin on the board, dog?
You and your skills ? on my
I put you on a crash in a smart car
speeding not relying on the brake pad
The car you still on the race track
So you lying bout your feelings and the
A tail for the Phantoms, face facts?
We ruin hip hop, and payback
In the of a tatt, you done faded to black
GO

[Hook: Jai]

[Verse 3 - da 5'9'']
I went eating top ramen to being top rhymer
Check of commas
No regrets except for the
I remember a time when my only perfection was my
My in the wrong direction
Now its time ya bow in ?
Writ in my cause bitch Im bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous?
She on E, feeling on me, on key
While Im bumping We Are The
Got a sniff Britney, no he didnt 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, that was witty
Demand like a man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Hook: Jai]

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

I]
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, cannibal
With a mechanical to deliver the flammable ammo
and Im off the top
Rep that West till I with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, fricken Joe boys
New gold Royce, fall off the lot
Cock me, the only way you can me
Im top seed, I pop green at my
So watch me, if you havent seen the
I speak fast as Lamborghinis in

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

We too for the World