Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Verse 1:

Death by lyrical
I kill you
A lot of green with a complexion
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 theses other double up
'Cause I got some all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My every records jumpin', or playin' dutch
I shit on rappers every verse got the bubble guts

2: Joe Budden]
Let me tell this to the not understandin' my moxy
Animal, me
if you it's tangible, stop me
But I hit 'em with a flow, that they can't even copy
See, we play that
Where I'm it's like fantasy hockey
Sup the dog, thugs want a war
Bad GM, what you want to slugs with him for?
While you 'em all, I'm stuffin the drawer
Then leave em for you to rebound Love 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 speeding not relying on the pad
In a car you should only drive on the race
So the lines bout your feelings and the
Are ghost tails about the Phantoms, facts
you ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse the
In the shape of a tatt, you done to black
GO...

[Verse 3 - da 5'9'']
I went from eating Top to being top rhymer
full of commas
No except for the drama
I remember a when my only perfection was my momma
My mind on my long
Now it's time ya bow down to the rectum
in my honor cause bitch I'm bonker, plural
In a whip 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 of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was 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 mind state, I'm the score
I don't know what ya'll for
Wait, wait, know what, fact
I know what you're waiting for
I aint finna say nothing, turn the up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, a sneakers spot
See I was a kid with his thumbs in his ears
and his tongue in the air going
Just you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
Everything I is hot
But bont be mad at least you speak is...
I think of nothing nice to say, you're not nice okay

I]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly like I'm manure
of the underground, God of the sewer
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, cannibal
With a mechanical mandible to the flammable
Ammo, lyrical off the top
Rep that West till I with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, Tiz, Crooked, Joe,
New ghost 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 seen the phenomenon
I fast as Lamborghini's in Ramadan