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 I been around crips and bloods
Crips and slugs, the happiest thugs
Claiming the slums, and all the hoods that they
Too much of the some, got it twisted up in a rat race
straight, the fake kill jake, the snakes too late
My eyes dilate, and I could tell how he strafe
at me sideways, get straighten up
Don't it up gimmie the bucks my cash wrinkling up
Looking in the days, amazed
Cause the lab rat done it out the maze
Still feel caged, though
Used the underground railroad like a runaway
Broke off the chains still fresh
Got you on that plane with 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, Biggie would be about
But I need a vet to even shop 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, a stick up stick up
Niggas hit a nigga if he hiccup hiccup
Tell me what them know bout the Badmon Jozif
Women come around, I look em like they don't know shit
Word around the is that they got the match explode it

I'm a child of the
Son of the
And it's just a
They not like we
And things not look
we got to eat
Things get much
and deeper

And I survive, the father
Feel I was raised by [?]
Had to calm and hold ma corner
a stray gun shot if you cross the border
Pro Era teach the pro's and con's
Of living in a with a thousand dons
A thousand youts with a thousand guns
Cooler tequila with frozen
But rastafari we wheel and come again
Know a [?]
Lightning and are the [?]
Pro Era teach the pro's 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 it's a pity
not tough like we
And things not pretty
we got to eat
Things get deeper