Luyện nghe bài hát Belly of the Beast

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

I swear all my life I been 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 them how he strafe
Coming at me sideways, get up
Don't deflate it up gimmie the my cash wrinkling up
Looking back in the days,
the lab rat done made it out the maze
Still feel caged, though
Used the underground railroad a runaway slave
Broke off the chains still fresh
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 that
Focus in the now, when the lotus is
It's the sound, a pro found, Biggie would be proud about
But I don't a vet to even shop me out
pack a Pacquiao they can't box me out

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

And I survive, the father
like I was raised by [?]
Had to keep and hold ma corner
Cause a stray gun if you cross the border
Pro Era teach them the pro's and
Of living in a city with a dons
A ghetto youts with a thousand guns
Cooler tequila with lungs
But praise rastafari we and come again
Know a [?]
and thunder are the [?]
Pro Era teach them the and con's
Original Chronixx and Joe
No Selassie, we have the golden crown
Get ready for the we are the chosen ones

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