Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Hook: Claret
so furiously dangerous

[Verse 1:
by lyrical injection
I kill you
A lot of green with a complexion
Women call me the Green Bay
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 waist but I call it a tummy
My every records jumpin, or playin dutch
I shit on every verse just 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 I hit em with a flow, that they cant even copy
See, we dont that
Where Im from its like 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 your skills ? on my
I put you on a crash course in a car
Going speeding not relying on the pad
The car you drive on the race track
So you bout your 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: Jai]

3 - Royce da 5'9'']
I went from eating top ramen to being top
Check full of
No regrets except for the
I remember a time when my only perfection was my
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
Im bumping We Are The World
Got a sniff Britney, no he didnt did he
We run town
No he did he
I feel like the glass,
You a sip with me
She from the city of
I her Mississippi, that was pretty witty
Demand a black man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Hook: Jai]

Ortiz]
? to the
Pedal to the
Just whippin it through the
Metal in the door, case I gotta throw some into ya, boy
Referee mind state, Im the score
I dont know what yall for
Wait, wait, know what, fact
I dont know what waiting for
I aint say nothing, turn the bass up more 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 na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just when you think it stop
I speak is hot
But bont be mad at least everything you 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
aint work, call me Im off the block
Im a syllable, Hannibal, cannibal
a mechanical manual to deliver the flammable ammo
and Im off the top
Rep that West till I walk Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, quick fricken Joe
New gold Royce, fall off the lot
Cock me, the way you can stop me
Im top seed, I pop at my speed
So watch me, if you seen the phenomenom
I speak as Lamborghinis in Ramadan

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

We too dangerous for the