Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Verse 1:

Death by injection
I you rappers
A lot of green with a yellow
call me the Green Bay packer
I the zero's
Meaning deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get Knicked like
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses other double up
'Cause I got some work all on my waist but I it a tummy tuck
My records jumpin', or playin' double dutch
I shit on rappers every just got the bubble guts

2: Joe Budden]
Let me tell this to the people not my moxy
Animal, me
if you think it's tangible, me
But I hit 'em with a flow, that they can't even copy
See, we play that
Where I'm from it's fantasy 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 crash course in a car
Always not relying on the brake pad
In a car you should only drive on the race
So the lines your feelings and the Maybach
Are ghost tails about the Phantoms, facts
you hip hop, slaughterhouse the payback
In the shape of a tatt, you done to black
GO...

[Verse 3 - da 5'9'']
I went eating Top Ramen to being top rhymer
Check full of
No regrets except for the
I remember a time my only perfection was my momma
My mind on my erection
Now time ya bow down to the rectum monu-
ment in my honor cause bitch I'm bonker,
In a whip with my Ivanka, girls
She on E, feeling on me, on key
While I'm We Are The World
Got her sniffin Britney, no he did he
"We run town"
No we int
I like tintin the glass,
You take a sip me
She from the city of
I call her Mississippi, was pretty witty
Ya man like a black man get re-elected
He get it, did he?

Ortiz]
Sticking it to the
Pedal to the
Just it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I'm the score
I don't know ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, know what, fact
I don't know you're waiting for
I aint say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, like a spot
See I was a little kid 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 you speak is...
I can't think of nothing nice to say, you're not okay

I]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly like I'm manure
Lord of the underground, God of the
On black, on con to the jure
I'm off the block
This aint work, homie, I'm off the
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, cannibal
With a mechanical mandible to the flammable
Ammo, animal off the top
Rep that West I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, Tiz, Crooked, Joe,
New Rolls Royce, pulled off the lot
Cock me, the way you can stop me
I'm top seed, I pop green at mach
So watch me, if you haven't the phenomenon
I spit as Lamborghini's in Ramadan