Luyện nghe bài hát Belly of the Beast

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

I swear all my life I been around crips and
Crips and slugs, the trigger thugs
Claiming the slums, and all the hoods they from
Too much of the some, got it twisted up blinded in a rat
Cash straight, the 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
back in the days, amazed
Cause the lab rat done made it out the
feel caged, enraged though
Used the underground railroad like a runaway
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 on that loud
Focus in the now, when the is around
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, a stick 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 if he hiccup hiccup
Tell me what them know bout the Badmon Jozif
come around, I look em down like they don't know shit
Word around the time is that got the match explode it

I'm a child of the
Son of the
And it's just a
They not tough we
And things not pretty
we got to eat
Things get deeper
Deeper and

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

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