Luyện nghe bài hát Belly of the Beast

Dangerous,
These niggas can't hang with us with us
we dangerous, 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 hoods that they
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 bucks my wrinkling up
Looking back in the days,
Cause the lab rat made it out the maze
Still feel caged, enraged
the underground railroad like a runaway slave
Broke off the chains still fresh
Got you on mental plane with my project jet
I'm two steps above that nimbus
My limit is low, when I'm smoking on loud
Focus in the now, when the lotus is
It's the sound, a pro found, Biggie would be proud about
But I don't need a vet to shop me out
Punchlines pack a Pacquiao 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 stick up up
Niggas hit a nigga if he hiccup hiccup
Tell me what them bout the Badmon named Jozif
Women come around, I look em down like they don't shit
Word around the time is that they got the match 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, thank the
Feel like I was by [?]
Had to calm and hold ma corner
Cause a stray gun shot if you cross the
Pro Era teach them the pro's and
Of living in a city a thousand dons
A thousand ghetto youts a thousand guns
Cooler with frozen lungs
But rastafari we wheel and come again
a Nyabinghi [?]
Lightning and are the [?]
Pro Era teach them the pro's and
Original and Joe Badmon
No King Selassie, we the golden crown
Get ready for the shift we are the ones

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