Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Hook: Claret
so furiously dangerous

[Verse 1:
Death by injection
I kill you
A lot of green with a complexion
call me the Green Bay packer
I the zeros
Meaning mucho
So paid, rappers is waitin on trades and all get Knicked like Melo
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 double dutch
I shit on rappers every verse just got the guts

2: Joe Budden]
Let me tell this to the not understandin my moxy
Animal, me
if you think its ?, me
But then I hit em with a flow, that they even copy
See, we play that
Im from its like fantasy hockey
Sup with the dog, thugs a war
Bad jean, what you want to slugs with em for
you cuffin em more, Im stuffin the jaw
Illegal for you to reworking Love on the board, dog?
You and your skills ? on my
I put you on a crash in a smart car
Going speeding not on the brake pad
The car you drive on the race track
So you lying 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 faded to black
GO

[Hook: Claret

[Verse 3 - Royce da
I went from eating top to being top rhymer
full of commas
No except for the drama
I remember a time when my only was my momma
My mind in the wrong
Now its time ya bow in ?
Writ in my honour bitch Im bonker, plural
In a with my Ivanka, pompous? girl
She on E, feeling on me, on key
While Im We Are The World
Got a sniff from Britney, no he did he
We run town
No he did he
I feel tinting the glass,
You take a sip me
She the city 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
Pedal to the
Just whippin it through the
in the door, case I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, Im the score
I dont what yall hating for
Wait, wait, know what, matter
I know what youre waiting for
I aint say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop
I get a kick that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a kid with his thumbs in his ears
and his in his ear going 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 shit fly like Im launching
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, cannibal
With a mechanical manual to the flammable ammo
and Im off the top
Rep West till I walk 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 green at my
So watch me, if you havent the phenomenom
I speak fast as Lamborghinis in

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

We too for the World