Luyện nghe bài hát Belly of the Beast

Dangerous,
These can't hang with us hang with us
we dangerous, dangerous
My we

I all my life I been around crips and bloods
Crips and slugs, the trigger happiest
Claiming the slums, and all the that they from
Too much of the some, got it up blinded in a rat race
Cash straight, the kill jake, the snakes too late
My eyes dilate, and I could tell how he strafe
Coming at me sideways, get up
Don't deflate it up gimmie the my cash wrinkling up
Looking back in the days,
Cause the lab rat made it out the maze
Still feel caged, though
Used the underground railroad a runaway slave
Broke off the chains still fresh
Got you on that mental plane with my jet
I'm two steps that nimbus cloud
My limit is low, when I'm on that loud
Focus in the now, the lotus is around
It's the Brooklyn sound, a pro found, would be proud about
But I don't a vet to even shop me out
pack a Pacquiao they can't box me out

Big up big up, it's a stick up up
Niggas hit a nigga quick if he hiccup
Big up big up, it's a stick up up
Niggas hit a quick if he hiccup hiccup
Tell me what them know bout the Badmon named
Women come around, I look em down like they know shit
Word around the time is that they got the match it

I'm a of the city
Son of the
And it's a pity
They not like we
And not look pretty
we got to eat
Things get much
Deeper and

And I survive, the father
like I was raised by [?]
Had to keep and hold ma corner
Cause a stray gun if you cross the border
Pro Era teach them the pro's and
Of living in a city with a dons
A thousand ghetto youts with a guns
Cooler tequila with frozen
But praise we wheel and come again
a Nyabinghi [?]
Lightning and are the [?]
Pro Era them the pro's and con's
Chronixx and Joe Badmon
No King Selassie, we the golden crown
Get ready for the we are the chosen ones

I'm a child of the
Son of the
And just a pity
They not tough we
And things not look
we got to eat
Things get deeper