Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Verse 1:

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

[Verse 2: Joe
Let me tell this to the not understandin' my moxy
Animal, me
if you think it's tangible, me
But then I hit 'em with a flow, they can't even copy
See, we don't that
Where I'm from like fantasy hockey
Sup with the dog, thugs a war
Bad GM, you want to trade slugs with him for?
While you cuffin 'em all, I'm stuffin the
leave em for you to rebound Kevin Love on the boards
Dog, you and your skill are far from of our squad
I put you on a crash in a smart car
Always speeding not relying on the pad
In a car you should drive on the race track
So the lines bout your feelings and the
Are ghost tails about the Phantoms, face
you ruin hip hop, the payback
In the shape of a tatt, you faded to black
GO...

[Verse 3 - da 5'9'']
I went from eating Top to being top rhymer
Check of commas
No regrets for the drama
I remember a time when my perfection was my momma
My mind on my long
Now it's time ya bow to the rectum monu-
ment in my honor cause I'm bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, girls
She on E, on me, singing 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 feel like the glass,
You a sip with me
She from the city of
I her Mississippi, that was pretty 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 gotta throw some into ya, boy
Referee state, I'm settling the score
I don't what ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, what, matter fact
I don't know what waiting 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 little kid his thumbs in his ears
and his tongue in the air going
Just when you think it na-na-na-nah-naaar
I speak is hot
But bont be mad at everything you speak is...
I can't think of nothing nice to say, you're not okay

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Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly like I'm manure
Lord of the underground, God of the
On black, on con to the jure
Yeah I'm off the
This work, homie, I'm off the clock
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, cannibal
With a mechanical to deliver the flammable
Ammo, lyrical off the top
Rep that West I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, Tiz, Crooked, Joe,
New ghost Royce, pulled 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 spit fast as Lamborghini's in