Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Verse 1:

Death by injection
I kill you
A lot of green with a complexion
Women call me the Bay packer
I the zero's
Meaning mucho
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses other boys 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 rappers verse just got the bubble guts

2: Joe Budden]
Let me tell this to the people not understandin' my
Animal, me
if you think it's tangible, me
But then I hit 'em with a flow, that they can't even
See, we don't that
Where I'm from it's like fantasy
Sup with the dog, want a war
Bad GM, what you want to trade slugs with him
While you 'em all, I'm stuffin the drawer
Then leave em for you to rebound Love on the boards
Dog, you and skill are far apart from of our squad
I put you on a crash in a smart car
Always not relying on the brake pad
In a car you should only on the race track
So the lines bout feelings and the Maybach
Are ghost tails about the Phantoms, facts
you hip hop, slaughterhouse the payback
In the shape of a tatt, you faded to black
GO...

[Verse 3 - Royce da
I went from eating Top Ramen to being top
Check full of
No regrets for the drama
I a time when my only perfection was my momma
My on my long erection
Now it's time ya bow to the rectum monu-
ment in my honor cause bitch I'm bonker,
In a with my Ivanka, pompous girls
She on E, feeling on me, on key
While I'm bumping We Are The
Got her sniffin Britney, no he did he
"We run town"
No we int
I feel like the glass,
You a sip with me
She the city of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was witty
Ya man like a man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Joell
it to the pedal
Pedal to the
Just whippin' it through the
Metal in the door, case I throw some lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I'm the score
I don't what ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, know what, matter
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 spot
See I was a kid with his thumbs in his ears
and his tongue in the air going
Just you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
I speak is hot
But bont be mad at least everything you is...
I think of nothing nice to say, you're not nice okay

I]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly like I'm manure
of the underground, God of the sewer
On black, on con to the jure
I'm off the block
This work, homie, I'm off the clock
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer
With a mechanical mandible to deliver the
Ammo, lyrical off the top
Rep West till I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, Tiz, Crooked, Joe,
New ghost Rolls Royce, off the lot
me, the only way you can stop me
I'm top seed, I pop green at mach
So watch me, if you haven't the phenomenon
I fast as Lamborghini's in Ramadan