Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze The Trigger

Rampage on stage,my in a rage
my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge
Maniac,I'm a brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor
that
Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm 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" squeeze the

They say I'm violent,they watch their T.V
They say I'm brutal,they should their P.D
You me,now your kids rave me
I rap about the life that the city streets me
Murder,intrigue,somebody bleed
Miami 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
in L.A. ain't 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' to five jobs
Like a panther I prowl ,like a I growl
Learn to see my back like the head of an owl
I'm the voice of the youth,the of truth
What I speak is really though
May say ruthless are takin' by me to awaken
People to but I feel no fakin'
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 won't play,the underground will supply it
I'm a MC pirate that's not quiet
Radical as they make'em,make a rule I'll it
Critics may say I'm wise,some may call my lies
lived more in one day than they will in their lives
But do respect the words I inject
Kick credit for realism and the I project
Because I could 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 you should care
You may think I'm soft but just unaware
Of the wrath of the Ice prepare
For a true

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

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