Luyện nghe bài hát Furiously Dangerous

[Hook: Claret
Were so furiously

1: Ludacris]
Death by lyrical
I kill you
A lot of green with a complexion
Women call me the Green Bay
I pack the
mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin on trades and they all get like Melo
Hello, LUDA!
Tell theses boys double up
I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My every records jumpin, or playin double
I on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts

[Verse 2: Joe
Let me this to the people not understandin my moxy
Animal, me
if you its ?, stop me
But then I hit em a flow, that they cant even copy
See, we dont play
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 cuffin em more, Im 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
speeding not relying on the brake pad
The car you still drive on the race
So you lying bout your feelings and the
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]

3 - Royce da 5'9'']
I went from eating top to being top rhymer
Check of commas
No except for the drama
I remember a time when my only was my momma
My mind in the wrong
Now its ya bow down in ?
Writ in my honour bitch Im bonker, plural
In a whip with my Ivanka, girl
She on E, on me, singing 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 like tinting the glass,
You take a sip me
She from the city of
I call her Mississippi, was pretty witty
Demand a black man tryna get re-elected
He get it, did he?

Claret Jai]

[Joell
? to the
Pedal to the
whippin it through the ghetto
Metal in the door, I gotta throw some lead into ya, boy
Referee mind state, Im settling the
I dont what yall hating for
Wait, wait, know what, matter
I know what youre waiting for
I aint finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the pop
I get a kick that, like a sneakers spot
See I was a little kid his thumbs in his ears
and his tongue in his ear going
Just when you 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 Im launching manure
of the underground, God of the saw
On black, ? to the jaw
Yeah Im off the
This aint work, call me Im off the
Im a syllable, Hannibal, cannibal
With a mechanical manual to the flammable ammo
and Im off the top
Rep that till I walk with Pac
We the 2.0 Boys, fricken Joe boys
New gold Royce, fall off the lot
Cock me, the way you can stop me
Im top seed, I pop green at my
So watch me, if you seen the phenomenom
I speak fast as Lamborghinis in

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

We too dangerous for the