Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze The Trigger

Rampage on stage,my crews in a
Searched my posse,found the Uzi but the 12 gauge
Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a
Remember
Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a
I can't on bread and water or lobster and steak
My mino's a gun,there ain't none bigger
About to the ammo,"E" squeeze the trigger

They say I'm violent,they should watch T.V
They say I'm brutal,they should their P.D
You made me,now kids rave me
I rap the life that the city streets gave me
Murder,intrigue,somebody bleed
Miami Vice is small time,L.A's the big
From the rollin' 60's to the "G"
Pueblos,grape street,this is I see
The jungle,the 30's,the V.N.G
Life in L.A. no cup of ter

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I've been out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
Disrespected by snobs,damn trampled by mobs
Persecuted by squares nine to five jobs
Like a panther I prowl ,like a I growl
Learn to see behind my back the head of an owl
I'm the voice of the youth,the of truth
What I speak is though some
May say ruthless are takin' by me to awaken
People to life but I feel no
No jivin',no lyin',no frontin',no
Say exactly whats up,understand I'm sayin'
Ban me,try it,you might cause a
the radio won't play,the underground will supply it
I'm a MC pirate loud not quiet
Radical as make'em,make a rule I'll defy it
Critics may say I'm wise,some may call my lies
I've lived more in one day than they in their lives
But most do the words I inject
Kick credit for realism and the I project
Because I could bust rhymes for fun,or cut like a knife
But the topic I is the drama of life
So don't diss me don't dare,I feel you should
You may think I'm soft but you're unaware
Of the wrath of the Ice enraged
For a true

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Cops hate kids,kids hate cops,cops kill kid's warnin' shouts
What is crime and what in not?what is justice?I I forgot
We buy weapons to us strong
Reagan sends where they don't belong
The controversy is thick and the is strong
But no matter the we all know who's wrong
sleep on the city streets
Waitin' to die with to eat
While politicians soak their feet
In the pools at their ten million buck
People hate for color of face
No one had a choice in the race we placed
A brother in was beaten and chased
Murdered in the streets, a goodamn disgrace
Just because of his race,his life to waste
And no one went to jail the court heard the case
Justice or corruption?it's all
How can you swallow can't stand the taste

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I get paid for illin',cold a killin'
My pockets keep fillin',I got to the ceilin'
Got a in my floor,car got bullet proof doors
Every I rock the mic I leave you wishin' for more
Because my ain't bull,got cold stupid pull
You wanna eat my rhymes like candy,till your over full
But most today ain't got nothin' to say
"A" to the mother "K"

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