Luyện nghe bài hát Belly of the Beast

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

I swear all my life I been around crips and
Crips and slugs, the trigger happiest
Claiming the slums, and all the that they from
Too much of the some, got it twisted up blinded in a rat
Cash straight, the fake kill jake, the too late
My eyes dilate, and I tell them how he strafe
at me sideways, get straighten up
Don't deflate it up the bucks my cash wrinkling up
back in the days, amazed
Cause the lab rat made it out the maze
Still feel caged, though
Used the underground railroad like a slave
Broke off the chains runway fresh
Got you on that mental plane my project jet
I'm two steps that nimbus cloud
My limit is low, when I'm smoking on that
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 they can't box me out

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

I'm a of the city
Son of the
And just a pity
They not like we
And things not pretty
we got to eat
Things get deeper
Deeper and

And I survive, thank the
Feel I was raised by [?]
Had to calm and hold ma corner
Cause a gun shot if you cross the border
Pro Era teach the pro's and con's
Of living in a city with a thousand
A thousand ghetto youts with a thousand
Cooler tequila with lungs
But praise rastafari we and come again
a Nyabinghi [?]
Lightning and are the [?]
Pro Era them the pro's and con's
Original and Joe Badmon
No King Selassie, we have the golden
Get for the shift we are the chosen ones

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