Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Hook: Claret
Were so furiously

[Verse 1:
Death by lyrical
I you rappers
A lot of green a yellow complexion
Women me the Green Bay packer
I pack the
mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin on trades and they all get Knicked like
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses other double up
I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My every records jumpin, or playin dutch
I shit on every verse just got the bubble guts

2: Joe Budden]
Let me tell this to the not understandin 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 its like fantasy hockey
Sup the dog, thugs want a war
Bad jean, what you want to trade with em for
While you em more, Im stuffin the jaw
Illegal for you to reworking Kevin on the board, dog?
You and skills ? on my squad
I put you on a crash course in a car
Going speeding not relying on the pad
The car you still on the race track
So you lying bout feelings and the Maybach?
A ghost tail for the Phantoms, facts?
We ruin hip hop, and payback
In the of a tatt, you done faded to black
GO

Claret Jai]

[Verse 3 - da 5'9'']
I from eating top ramen to being top rhymer
full of commas
No regrets except for the
I remember a time when my only was my momma
My mind in the direction
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 from Britney, no he didnt did he
We run this
No he did he
I like tinting the glass,
You take a sip me
She the city of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was witty
like a black man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Hook: Jai]

[Joell
? 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 what yall hating for
Wait, wait, know what, matter
I dont 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 kid with his thumbs in his ears
and his tongue in his ear going
Just you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
I speak is hot
But bont be mad at everything you speak is
I cant think of nothing nice to say, youre not okay

I]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly Im launching manure
of the underground, God of the saw
On black, ? to the jaw
Im off the block
This work, call me Im off the block
Im a syllable, Hannibal, killer
With a manual to deliver the flammable ammo
and Im off the top
Rep that West till I walk Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick fricken Joe
New Rolls 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 speak fast as in Ramadan

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

We too dangerous for the