Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Hook: Jai]
so furiously dangerous

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

[Verse 2: Joe
Let me tell to the people not understandin my moxy
Animal, me
if you its ?, stop me
But then I hit em with a flow, that they cant even
See, we dont that
Where Im its like fantasy 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
for you to reworking Kevin Love on the board, dog?
You and your skills ? on my
I put you on a course in a smart car
Going speeding not relying on the pad
The car you drive on the race track
So you lying bout feelings and the Maybach?
A tail for the Phantoms, face facts?
We ruin hip hop, and payback
In the of a tatt, you done faded to black
GO

[Hook: Jai]

[Verse 3 - Royce da
I went from eating top ramen to being top
Check full of
No regrets for the drama
I remember a time my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the wrong
Now its time ya bow in ?
Writ in my honour cause Im bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, pompous?
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 a sip with 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

Ortiz]
? to the
to the floor
Just it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some lead ya, boy
Referee mind state, Im the score
I dont know 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, like a spot
See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his
and his tongue in his ear going
Just when you think it stop
I speak is hot
But bont be mad at least you speak is
I cant think of nothing nice to say, youre not nice

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 aint work, 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 till I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, fricken Joe boys
New Rolls Royce, fall 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 you shut it down
Pack your ish and turn
tonight, we run this town
So let your feet, still hit the ground

We too for the World