Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze The Trigger

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

They say I'm violent,they should their T.V
say I'm brutal,they should check their P.D
You made me,now your kids me
I rap about the that the city streets gave me
Murder,intrigue,somebody bleed
Miami Vice is small time,L.A's the big
From the rollin' to the nickerson "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 dogged out by cops,shackled and
my dues to the streets,took my hard knocks
Disrespected by snobs,damn near by mobs
Persecuted by squares workin' nine to jobs
Like a panther I ,like a lion I growl
Learn to see behind my back the head of an owl
I'm the of the youth,the prophet of truth
What I speak is really 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 what I'm
Ban me,try it,you might a riot
What the radio play,the underground will supply it
I'm a MC pirate that's loud not
Radical as they make'em,make a rule I'll it
Critics may say I'm wise,some may call my words
I've lived more in one day they will in their lives
But do respect the words I inject
Kick for realism and the truth I project
I could bust rhymes for fun,or cut MC's 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 I'm soft but you're just unaware
Of the wrath of the Ice prepare
For a nighmare

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Cops hate kids,kids hate cops,cops kill kid's with shouts
What is crime and what in is justice?I think I forgot
We buy weapons to us strong
Reagan guns where they don't belong
The controversy is and the drag is strong
But no matter the we all know who's wrong
Homeless on the city streets
to die with nothin' 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 were
A brother in queens was beaten and
Murdered cold in the streets, a 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 this?I can't stand the taste

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

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