Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Hook: Claret
so furiously dangerous

[Verse 1:
Death by lyrical
I you rappers
A lot of green with a yellow
Women call me the Green Bay
I the zeros
Meaning mucho
So paid, rappers is waitin on trades and they all get Knicked like
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses boys double 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 verse got the bubble guts

[Verse 2: Joe
Let me tell this to the people not understandin my
Animal, me
if you think its ?, me
But then I hit em a flow, that they cant even copy
See, we dont play
Where Im from its like hockey
Sup the dog, thugs want a war
Bad jean, what you want to trade slugs em for
you cuffin em more, Im stuffin the jaw
Illegal for you to Kevin Love on the board, dog?
You and skills ? on my squad
I put you on a crash in a smart car
Going not relying on the brake pad
The car you drive on the race track
So you lying bout feelings and the Maybach?
A ghost tail for the Phantoms, face
We ruin hip hop, and payback
In the of a tatt, you done faded to black
GO

[Hook: Jai]

3 - Royce 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 only perfection was my
My mind in the wrong
Now its ya bow down in ?
Writ in my cause bitch Im bonker, plural
In a whip my Ivanka, pompous? girl
She on E, on me, singing on key
Im bumping 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 call her Mississippi, that was pretty
Demand like a man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Hook: Claret

[Joell
? to the
to the floor
Just whippin it through the
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some lead ya, boy
Referee state, Im settling the score
I dont know what yall for
Wait, wait, what, matter fact
I know what youre waiting for
I aint finna say nothing, turn the up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, like a sneakers
See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his
and his in his ear going na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just when you it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
I speak is hot
But bont be mad at least everything you is
I cant think of 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, call me Im off the
Im a syllable, Hannibal, cannibal
With a mechanical manual to deliver the ammo
and Im off the top
Rep that West I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick Joe boys
New gold Royce, fall off the lot
me, the only way you can stop me
Im top seed, I pop at my speed
So watch me, if you havent seen the
I speak fast as Lamborghinis in

I suggest you shut it
Pack ish and turn around
tonight, we run this town
So let feet, still swiftly hit the ground

We too for the World