Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Verse 1:

Death by injection
I you rappers
A lot of green a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay
I pack the
Meaning mucho
So paid, is waitin' on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses other boys up
'Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tuck
My records jumpin', or playin' double dutch
I shit on rappers every verse 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 with a flow, that they even copy
See, we don't play
Where I'm from like fantasy hockey
Sup with the dog, want a war
Bad GM, what you to trade slugs with 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 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 tails about the Phantoms, face
you ruin hip hop, the payback
In the shape of a tatt, you faded to black
GO...

3 - Royce da 5'9'']
I from eating Top Ramen to being top rhymer
Check of commas
No regrets except for the
I a time when my only perfection was my momma
My on my long erection
Now time ya bow down to the rectum monu-
ment in my honor bitch I'm bonker, plural
In a whip my Ivanka, pompous girls
She on E, on me, singing on key
While I'm bumping We Are The
Got her Britney, no he didn't did he
"We run town"
No we int
I feel like the glass,
You take a sip me
She the city of Jackson
I her Mississippi, that was pretty witty
Ya man like a black man tryna get
He get it, did he?

Ortiz]
Sticking it to the
Pedal to the
Just whippin' it the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I throw some lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, I'm settling the
I don't what ya'll hating for
Wait, wait, what, matter fact
I don't know you're waiting for
I finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, like a spot
See I was a kid with his thumbs in his ears
and his in the air going na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just when you think it na-na-na-nah-naaar
Everything I is hot
But bont be mad at everything you speak is...
I think of nothing nice to say, you're not nice okay

I]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly I'm launching manure
of the underground, God of the sewer
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, killer
With a mechanical mandible to the flammable
Ammo, animal off the top
Rep that West till I with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, Tiz, Crooked, Joe,
New ghost Rolls Royce, off the lot
Cock me, the only way you can me
I'm top seed, I pop green at mach
So watch me, if you haven't seen the
I fast as Lamborghini's in Ramadan