Luyện nghe bài hát Belly of the Beast

Dangerous,
These niggas hang with us hang with us
we dangerous, dangerous
My we

I swear all my life I been around and bloods
Crips and slugs, the happiest thugs
Claiming the slums, and all the hoods that from
Too much of the some, got it twisted up in a rat race
Cash straight, the kill jake, the snakes too late
My eyes dilate, and I could them how he strafe
Coming at me sideways, get up
Don't it up gimmie the bucks my cash wrinkling up
Looking in the days, amazed
Cause the lab rat done made it out the
feel caged, enraged though
Used the underground railroad like a runaway
Broke off the chains still runway
Got you on that mental with my project jet
I'm two steps above that nimbus
My limit is low, when I'm smoking on loud
in the now, when the lotus is around
It's the Brooklyn sound, a pro found, would be proud about
But I don't need a vet to even me out
Punchlines pack a Pacquiao can't box me out

Big up big up, it's a stick up up
Niggas hit a nigga if he hiccup hiccup
Big up big up, it's a up stick up
hit a nigga quick if he hiccup hiccup
Tell me what them know bout the Badmon Jozif
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 just a
not tough like we
And things not look
we got to eat
Things get deeper
Deeper and

And I survive, thank the
Feel I was raised by [?]
Had to keep calm and ma corner
a stray gun shot if you cross the border
Pro Era teach them the pro's and
Of in a city with a thousand dons
A thousand ghetto youts a thousand guns
Cooler tequila with frozen
But praise rastafari we wheel and come
a Nyabinghi [?]
Lightning and are the [?]
Pro Era teach them the pro's and
Chronixx and Joe Badmon
No King Selassie, we have the golden
Get ready for the shift we are the chosen

I'm a of the city
Son of the
And just a pity
not tough like we
And not look pretty
we got to eat
Things get deeper