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 happiest thugs
Claiming the slums, and all the hoods that from
Too much of the some, got it up blinded in a rat race
straight, the fake 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 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 like a runaway slave
Broke off the chains still fresh
Got you on that mental plane with my jet
I'm two above that nimbus cloud
My limit is low, I'm smoking on that loud
in the now, when the lotus is around
It's the Brooklyn sound, a pro found, Biggie would be proud
But I don't a vet to even shop me out
Punchlines pack a Pacquiao can't box me out

Big up big up, it's a up stick up
Niggas hit a quick if he hiccup hiccup
Big up big up, it's a up stick up
Niggas hit a nigga quick if he hiccup
Tell me what know bout the Badmon named Jozif
Women around, I look em down 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 just a pity
They not like we
And not look pretty
we got to eat
Things get much
and deeper

And I survive, the father
like I was raised by [?]
Had to calm and hold ma corner
a stray gun shot if you cross the border
Pro Era teach them the and con's
Of living in a city with a dons
A thousand ghetto youts a thousand guns
Cooler tequila with frozen
But praise rastafari we wheel and again
a Nyabinghi [?]
Lightning and are the [?]
Pro Era teach them the pro's and
Chronixx and Joe Badmon
No Selassie, we have 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
not tough like we
And things not look
we got to eat
Things get much