Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Hook: Claret
Were so dangerous

[Verse 1:
Death by lyrical
I you rappers
A lot of green with a complexion
Women call me the Green Bay
I the zeros
mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is on trades 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 jumpin, or playin double 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 its ?, stop me
But then I hit em with a flow, that cant even copy
See, we dont that
Where Im from its like hockey
Sup the dog, thugs want a war
Bad jean, what you want to slugs with em for
While you em more, Im stuffin the jaw
Illegal for you to reworking Kevin on the board, dog?
You and your skills ? on my
I put you on a crash in a smart car
Going speeding not relying on the pad
The car you still drive on the track
So you lying bout feelings and the Maybach?
A ghost tail for the Phantoms, facts?
We ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse and
In the shape of a tatt, you done faded to
GO

[Hook: Claret

3 - Royce da 5'9'']
I went from eating top to being top rhymer
Check full of
No regrets for the drama
I remember a when my only perfection was my momma
My in the wrong direction
Now its time ya bow in ?
Writ in my honour cause Im bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, girl
She on E, feeling on me, on key
While Im 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 take a sip me
She from the of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, was pretty witty
Demand like a man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Hook: Claret

[Joell
? to the
Pedal to the
whippin it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta some lead into ya, boy
Referee state, Im settling the score
I dont know what hating for
Wait, wait, know what, fact
I dont know what youre 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 in his ear going na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just when you think it na-na-na-nah-naaar
I speak is hot
But bont be mad at least everything you is
I cant think of nothing nice to say, youre not okay

I]
Rapper, hustler,
My shit fly like Im 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, cannibal
With a mechanical to deliver the flammable ammo
and Im off the top
Rep that West I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick fricken Joe
New gold Royce, fall off the lot
Cock me, the only way you can me
Im top seed, I pop at my speed
So watch me, if you havent the phenomenom
I speak as Lamborghinis in Ramadan

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

We too for the World