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 pack the
mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin' on and they all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses boys double up
'Cause I got some all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My every records jumpin', or double dutch
I shit on rappers every just got the bubble guts

2: Joe Budden]
Let me tell this to the people not understandin' my
Animal, me
if you think tangible, stop me
But then I hit 'em a flow, that they can't even copy
See, we don't play
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 cuffin 'em all, I'm stuffin the
leave em for you to rebound Kevin Love 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 on the brake pad
In a car you should drive on the race track
So the lines bout feelings and the Maybach
Are ghost tails about the Phantoms, face
you hip hop, slaughterhouse the payback
In the of a tatt, you done faded to black
GO...

3 - Royce da 5'9'']
I went from eating Top Ramen to top rhymer
Check full of
No regrets for the drama
I remember a time my only perfection was my momma
My mind on my erection
Now it's time ya bow to the rectum monu-
ment in my honor cause bitch I'm bonker,
In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous
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 call her Mississippi, that was pretty
Ya man like a man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

Ortiz]
Sticking it to the
to the floor
Just it through the ghetto
in the door, case I gotta throw some 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 know what 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 little kid his thumbs 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 be mad at least everything you speak is...
I can't of nothing 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 Hennessy black, on con to the
Yeah I'm off the
This work, homie, I'm off the clock
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer
With a mechanical mandible to deliver the
Ammo, animal 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
Cock me, the way you can stop me
I'm top seed, I pop green at speed
So watch me, if you seen the phenomenon
I spit as Lamborghini's in Ramadan