Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Hook: Claret
Were so furiously

[Verse 1:
Death by lyrical
I you rappers
A lot of with a yellow complexion
call me the Green Bay packer
I pack the
Meaning mucho
So paid, rappers is waitin on trades and they all get Knicked like
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses boys double up
Cause I got some 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

2: Joe Budden]
Let me tell this to the people not understandin my
Animal, me
if you think its ?, me
But then I hit em with a flow, that cant even copy
See, we dont play
Where Im from its fantasy hockey
Sup with the dog, 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 ? on my squad
I put you on a course in a smart car
Going not relying on the brake pad
The car you still on the race track
So you lying your feelings and the Maybach?
A ghost for the Phantoms, face facts?
We hip hop, slaughterhouse and payback
In the shape of a tatt, you faded to black
GO

Claret Jai]

[Verse 3 - Royce da
I went from eating top ramen to being top
Check of commas
No regrets for the drama
I remember a time when my only was my momma
My mind in the direction
Now its time ya bow in ?
Writ in my cause bitch 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 this
No he did he
I feel like the glass,
You a sip with me
She from the of Jackson
I her Mississippi, that was pretty witty
Demand like a man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

[Hook: Claret

[Joell
? to the
to the floor
Just whippin it the ghetto
Metal in the door, I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy
Referee state, Im settling the score
I dont know yall hating for
Wait, wait, know what, fact
I dont know what waiting for
I aint finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the pop
I get a kick outta that, a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his
and his tongue in his ear na-na-na-nah-naaar
Just you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar
Everything I is hot
But be mad at least everything you speak is
I think 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
Im off the block
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, quick fricken Joe
New gold Rolls Royce, off the lot
me, the only way you can stop me
Im top seed, I pop at my speed
So watch me, if you seen the phenomenom
I speak fast as Lamborghinis in

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

We too dangerous for the