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 of a razor
that
Cold rollin' as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake
I live on bread and water or lobster and steak
My mino's a riot gun,there ain't none
About to unload the ammo,"E" squeeze the

They say I'm violent,they should watch T.V
They say I'm brutal,they should their P.D
You me,now your kids rave me
I rap about the that the city streets gave me
Murder,intrigue,somebody bleed
Vice is small time,L.A's the big league
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 dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my to the streets,took my hard knocks
Disrespected by snobs,damn trampled by mobs
by squares workin' nine to five jobs
Like a panther I ,like a lion I growl
Learn to see my back like the head of an owl
I'm the voice of the youth,the of truth
I speak is really though some
May say ruthless tactics are by me to awaken
to life but I feel no fakin'
No jivin',no lyin',no frontin',no
Say exactly up,understand what I'm sayin'
Ban me,try it,you cause a riot
What the radio won't play,the underground supply it
I'm a MC pirate that's loud not
as they make'em,make a rule I'll defy it
Critics may say I'm wise,some may my words lies
I've lived in one day than they will in their lives
But do respect the words I inject
Kick credit for and the truth I project
Because I bust rhymes for fun,or cut MC's like a knife
But the topic I love is the of life
So don't diss me don't dare,I you should care
You may think I'm soft but just unaware
Of the of the Ice enraged prepare
For a true

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Cops hate kids,kids cops,cops kill kid's with warnin' shouts
is crime and what in not?what is justice?I think I forgot
We buy weapons to keep us
Reagan sends guns where they don't
The is thick and the drag is strong
But no matter the lies we all who's wrong
Homeless sleep on the city
Waitin' to die with to eat
While rich politicians their feet
In the at their ten million buck retreats
hate people for color of face
No one had a choice in the we were placed
A brother in queens was beaten and
Murdered cold in the streets, a goodamn
Just because of his race,his life went to
And no one went to jail when the court 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 keep fillin',I got dollars to the
Got a safe in my floor,car got bullet proof
Every time I rock the mic I leave you for more
Because my raps ain't bull,got cold stupid
You wanna eat my rhymes like candy,till mind's over full
But most MC's today ain't got to say
"A" to the mother "K"

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