Luyện nghe bài hát Belly of the Beast

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

I swear all my life I been around and bloods
Crips and slugs, the happiest thugs
Claiming the slums, and all the hoods they from
Too much of the some, got it twisted up in a rat race
Cash straight, the fake kill jake, the too late
My eyes dilate, and I could tell how he strafe
Coming at me sideways, get up
Don't deflate it up gimmie the my cash wrinkling up
back in the days, amazed
Cause the lab rat done it out the maze
Still feel caged, though
Used the underground railroad a runaway slave
Broke off the chains runway fresh
Got you on that mental plane with my jet
I'm two above that nimbus cloud
My limit is low, I'm smoking on that loud
Focus in the now, the lotus is around
It's the Brooklyn sound, a pro found, would be proud about
But I don't need a vet to shop 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 if he hiccup hiccup
Big up big up, a stick 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 down like they don't know
Word around the is that they got the match explode it

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

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

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