Luyện nghe bài hát Belly of the Beast

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

I all my life I been around crips and bloods
and slugs, the trigger happiest thugs
Claiming the slums, and all the hoods that they
Too much of the some, got it twisted up in a rat race
Cash straight, the fake jake, the snakes too late
My eyes dilate, and I could tell how he strafe
at me sideways, get straighten up
Don't deflate it up gimmie the bucks my cash up
Looking in the days, amazed
the lab rat done made it out the maze
Still feel caged, enraged
Used the underground railroad a runaway slave
off the chains still runway fresh
Got you on that mental plane with my jet
I'm two steps above that nimbus
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 be proud about
But I don't need a vet to shop me out
Punchlines a Pacquiao they can't box me out

Big up big up, it's a up stick 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 the Badmon named Jozif
Women come around, I look em like they don't know shit
Word around the time is that they got the match it

I'm a of the city
Son of the
And it's a pity
They not tough we
And things not look
we got to eat
Things get deeper
Deeper and

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

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