Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Verse 1:

by lyrical injection
I you rappers
A lot of green a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay
I the zero's
Meaning deniro
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 but I call it a tummy tuck
My every records jumpin', or playin' dutch
I shit on rappers every just got the bubble guts

2: Joe Budden]
Let me this to the people not understandin' my moxy
Animal, me
if you it's tangible, stop me
But then I hit 'em a flow, that they can't even copy
See, we play that
Where I'm from it's like hockey
Sup the dog, thugs want a war
Bad GM, what you want to trade slugs him for?
While you cuffin 'em all, I'm stuffin the
Then leave em for you to rebound Kevin on the boards
Dog, you and your are far apart from of our squad
I put you on a course in a smart car
Always speeding not relying on the pad
In a car you should only drive on the race
So the lines bout your feelings and the
Are ghost tails about the Phantoms, facts
you ruin hip hop, the payback
In the of a tatt, you done faded to black
GO...

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

Ortiz]
Sticking it to the
to the floor
Just whippin' it through the
in the door, case I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy
Referee state, I'm settling the score
I don't know what hating for
Wait, wait, know what, matter
I don't know what waiting for
I aint finna say nothing, turn the up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid with his in his ears
and his tongue in the air na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just 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 think of nothing nice to say, you're not okay

I]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly like I'm launching
of the underground, God of the sewer
On Hennessy black, on con to the
I'm off the block
This aint work, homie, I'm off the
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer
With a mechanical mandible to the flammable
Ammo, lyrical off the top
Rep that West till I walk Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, Tiz, Crooked, Joe,
New ghost Royce, pulled off the lot
Cock me, the only way you can me
I'm top seed, I pop at mach speed
So watch me, if you haven't seen the
I spit fast as Lamborghini's in