Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze The Trigger

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

They say I'm violent,they should their T.V
They say I'm brutal,they should check P.D
You me,now your kids rave me
I rap about the that the city streets gave me
Murder,intrigue,somebody bleed
Miami is small time,L.A's the big league
the rollin' 60's 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 dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my to the streets,took my hard knocks
Disrespected by snobs,damn trampled by mobs
Persecuted by squares workin' nine to jobs
Like a panther I prowl ,like a lion I
Learn to see behind my back like the of an owl
I'm the of the youth,the prophet of truth
What I speak is though some
May say ruthless tactics are 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 cause 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 I'll defy it
Critics may say I'm wise,some may call my lies
I've more in one day than they will in their lives
But most do the words I inject
Kick credit for and the truth I project
Because I could bust for fun,or cut MC's like a knife
But the topic I love is the drama of
So don't diss me dare,I feel 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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hate kids,kids hate cops,cops kill kid's with warnin' shouts
What is crime and in not?what is justice?I think I forgot
We buy weapons to keep us
Reagan sends guns where they belong
The controversy is thick and the drag is
But no matter the lies we all know wrong
sleep on the city streets
Waitin' to die nothin' to eat
While rich soak their feet
In the pools at their ten million retreats
People hate for color of face
No one had a in the race we were placed
A in queens was beaten and chased
Murdered in the streets, a goodamn disgrace
because of his race,his life went to waste
And no one went to jail the court heard the case
Justice or all interlaced
How can you swallow this?I can't the taste

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

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