Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Hook: Jai]
so furiously dangerous

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

[Verse 2: Joe
Let me tell this to the people not my moxy
Animal, me
if you think its ?, me
But then I hit em with a flow, they cant even copy
See, we play that
Where Im from its fantasy hockey
Sup with the dog, thugs a war
Bad jean, what you want to trade with em for
While you em more, Im stuffin the jaw
Illegal for you to Kevin Love on the board, dog?
You and your ? on my squad
I put you on a crash course in a car
Going not relying on the brake pad
The car you still drive on the track
So you lying bout your feelings and the
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: Claret

3 - Royce da 5'9'']
I went eating top ramen to being top rhymer
Check full of
No regrets except for the
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, feeling on me, on key
Im bumping We Are The World
Got a sniff Britney, no he didnt did he
We run this
No he did he
I like tinting the glass,
You a sip with 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: Jai]

Ortiz]
? to the
to the floor
Just it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some into ya, boy
mind state, Im settling the score
I dont what yall hating for
Wait, wait, what, matter fact
I dont know what youre for
I aint finna say nothing, turn the bass up til the speakers pop
I get a kick outta that, a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid with his in his ears
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 fly like Im launching manure
of the underground, God of the saw
On black, ? to the jaw
Yeah Im off the
This work, call me Im off the block
Im a syllable, Hannibal, killer
With a mechanical manual to deliver the flammable
and Im off the top
Rep that West till I with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick fricken Joe
New gold Rolls Royce, off the lot
Cock me, the way you can stop me
Im top seed, I pop at my speed
So me, if you havent seen the phenomenom
I speak fast as in Ramadan

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

We too for the World