Luyện nghe bài hát Belly of the Beast

Dangerous,
These niggas hang with us hang with us
Nigga we 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 they from
Too much of the some, got it up blinded in a rat race
Cash straight, the fake kill jake, the too late
My dilate, and I could tell them how he strafe
at me sideways, get straighten up
Don't deflate it up gimmie the my cash wrinkling up
Looking in the days, amazed
Cause the lab rat done made it out the
feel caged, enraged though
Used the railroad like a runaway slave
off the chains still runway fresh
Got you on that mental with my project jet
I'm two steps above that nimbus
My limit is low, when I'm on that loud
in the now, when the lotus is around
It's the Brooklyn sound, a pro found, Biggie would be about
But I don't need a vet to shop me out
Punchlines a Pacquiao they can't box me out

Big up big up, it's a up stick up
Niggas hit a nigga quick if he hiccup
Big up big up, it's a up stick up
Niggas hit a quick if he hiccup hiccup
Tell me what them know bout the Badmon Jozif
Women come around, I look em down like they don't shit
around the time is that they got the match explode it

I'm a child of the
Son of the
And it's just a
They not tough we
And not look pretty
we got to eat
Things get much
Deeper and

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

I'm a child of the
Son of the
And just a pity
They not like we
And not look pretty
we got to eat
Things get much