Luyện nghe bài hát Belly of the Beast

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

I all my life I been around crips and bloods
Crips and slugs, the trigger happiest
Claiming the slums, and all the hoods that from
Too much of the some, got it twisted up blinded in a rat
straight, the fake kill jake, the snakes too late
My eyes dilate, and I could them how he strafe
at me sideways, get straighten up
Don't deflate it up gimmie the my cash wrinkling up
Looking back in the days,
Cause the lab rat done it out the maze
Still feel caged, though
Used the railroad like a runaway slave
Broke off the still runway fresh
Got you on that mental plane my project jet
I'm two steps above nimbus cloud
My limit is low, I'm smoking on that loud
Focus in the now, when the lotus is
It's the Brooklyn sound, a pro found, would be proud about
But I don't need a vet to even me out
pack a Pacquiao they can't box me out

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

I'm a of the city
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, thank the
like I was raised by [?]
Had to keep and hold ma corner
Cause a stray gun 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 with a thousand guns
tequila with frozen lungs
But rastafari we wheel and come again
Know a [?]
Lightning and are the [?]
Pro Era teach the pro's 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
not tough like we
And not look pretty
we got to eat
Things get much