Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Verse 1:

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

2: Joe Budden]
Let me tell this to the people not my moxy
Animal, me
if you it's tangible, stop me
But then I hit 'em with a flow, they can't even copy
See, we don't that
Where I'm from it's fantasy hockey
Sup with the dog, want a war
Bad GM, what you want to trade with him for?
While you 'em all, I'm stuffin the drawer
Then leave em for you to rebound Kevin on the boards
Dog, you and your skill are far apart of our squad
I put you on a crash course in a car
speeding not relying on the brake pad
In a car you should only on the race track
So the lines bout your and the Maybach
Are ghost about the Phantoms, face facts
you hip hop, slaughterhouse the payback
In the of a tatt, you done faded 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 on my long erection
Now it's time ya bow down to the monu-
ment in my honor bitch I'm bonker, plural
In a with my Ivanka, pompous girls
She on E, feeling on me, on key
While I'm We Are The World
Got her Britney, no he didn't did he
"We run town"
No we int
I like tintin the glass,
You a sip with 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 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 ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, know what, matter
I don't know you're waiting for
I aint say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a outta that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a kid with his thumbs in his ears
and his tongue in the air na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just when you think it stop
I speak is hot
But be mad at least everything you speak is...
I can't think of nice to say, you're not nice okay

I]
Rapper, hustler,
My fly like I'm launching manure
Lord of the underground, God of the
On black, on con to the jure
Yeah I'm off the
This aint work, homie, I'm off the
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer
a mechanical mandible to deliver the flammable
Ammo, animal off the top
Rep that West till I walk Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, Tiz, Crooked, Joe,
New Rolls 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 the phenomenon
I spit as Lamborghini's in Ramadan