Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Hook: Claret
Were so furiously

[Verse 1:
by lyrical injection
I kill you
A lot of green a yellow complexion
Women me the Green Bay packer
I the zeros
Meaning mucho
So paid, rappers is waitin on 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 every records jumpin, or playin dutch
I shit on rappers every just got the bubble guts

2: Joe Budden]
Let me tell this to the people not my moxy
Animal, me
if you its ?, stop me
But then I hit em with a flow, that they even copy
See, we dont that
Where Im from its fantasy hockey
Sup the dog, thugs want a war
Bad jean, what you want to slugs with em for
you cuffin em more, Im stuffin the jaw
Illegal for you to reworking Love on the board, dog?
You and your skills ? on my
I put you on a crash in a smart car
speeding not relying on the brake pad
The car you still on the race track
So you lying bout your and the Maybach?
A ghost tail for the Phantoms, face
We ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse and
In the of a tatt, you done faded to black
GO

[Hook: Jai]

[Verse 3 - da 5'9'']
I went from top ramen to being top rhymer
full of commas
No except for the drama
I remember a time when my perfection was my momma
My mind in the direction
Now its time ya bow in ?
Writ in my honour bitch Im bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous?
She on E, feeling on me, on key
While Im We Are The World
Got a sniff from Britney, no he did he
We run this
No he did he
I feel like the glass,
You take a sip me
She from the city of
I her Mississippi, that was pretty witty
Demand like a man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Hook: Jai]

Ortiz]
? to the
to the floor
Just whippin it the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I throw some lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, Im the score
I dont know yall hating for
Wait, wait, know what, fact
I dont what youre 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 little kid with his thumbs in his
and his tongue in his ear na-na-na-nah-naaar
when you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
Everything I is hot
But bont be mad at least you speak is
I cant of nothing nice to say, youre not nice okay

I]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly like Im launching
of the underground, God of the saw
On black, ? to the jaw
Im off the block
This aint work, me Im off the block
Im a syllable, Hannibal, killer
a mechanical manual to deliver the flammable ammo
and Im off the top
Rep that West till I with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick fricken Joe
New gold Royce, fall off the lot
me, the only way you can stop me
Im top seed, I pop green at my
So watch me, if you havent seen the
I fast as Lamborghinis in Ramadan

I suggest you it down
Pack ish and turn around
Because tonight, we run this
So let your feet, still hit the ground

We too for the World