Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Hook: Jai]
Were so dangerous

1: Ludacris]
Death by lyrical
I you rappers
A lot of green with a complexion
Women me the Green Bay packer
I pack the
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 work all on my 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 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 that
Where Im from its fantasy hockey
Sup with the dog, want a war
Bad jean, what you to trade slugs with em for
While you em more, Im stuffin the jaw
for you to reworking Kevin Love on the board, dog?
You and skills ? on my squad
I put you on a crash course in a car
Going speeding not on the brake pad
The car you still drive on the track
So you bout your feelings and the Maybach?
A tail for the Phantoms, face facts?
We hip hop, slaughterhouse and payback
In the shape of a tatt, you done to black
GO

[Hook: Jai]

[Verse 3 - da 5'9'']
I from eating top ramen to being top rhymer
Check full of
No regrets for the drama
I remember a when my only perfection 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 with my Ivanka, pompous?
She on E, feeling on me, on key
While Im bumping We Are The
Got a sniff from Britney, no he did he
We run town
No he did he
I like tinting the glass,
You take a sip me
She from the of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was witty
Demand like a black man tryna get
He get it, did he?

[Hook: Claret

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