Luyện nghe bài hát Trapped

It was a of black smoke, in the air
I choke, then I witness two beady eyes
Glare, wit no fear, black
Waitin for the to attack, I tried to speak
I to talk, but my voice is gone
I feel like I'm on the other side, is bond
But he up and tell me to stand still
I can't move at my own will, chill, I feel
That the situation cause for panickin, I'm stiff like a
But then again, when I the cold breeze
Ease across my back, lay back, in the wind, watch a cease in
Out the window, smooth like a puff of smoke, I take a toke
I feel the body no joke
So me, as I follow him
the night, and you can see the light

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I feel like I'm in the world of rap
I feel like I'm

Wake up, you can the steady talk
We gon' walk, where?
First look in the eye of a needle and
Dreads in my hair, oh yeah, the BDI glare,
Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye, you can near me, don't fear me
But me, the bullshit you talk to everybody else
'cause it's irrelevant to those who got to self
Why self, so why ask why, I try
Not to ask why, my shotty lie beside my bed
Thoughts in my head my dreads grow, so you bled slow
But you wouldn't let go, the best is yet to
Lay as I kick some lyrics from my dia-
Phragm, God damn, somebody got lost, I am, whose the boss?
Verbal floss (floss) if you know best for you
When they rescue, BD Buck shot at the group
nothin personal, but at rehearsal
I'm serve for a click, and we roll thick

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One man up to the mic, right, by a little man, right
Short height, smooth throat, that's to float
And to drop the bomb, everybody is listenin, so I remain calm
And it on the topic of the dress code
Timberland strapped type, and a nigga head mode
We reside on the bowls of in the belly of the beast
But how cant here be peace when the never cease
To cause mischief, this shit is makin me
Outta control, I'm fed up wit it, I'm up wit it
See I'm ready for up wit it
Shit it on Back in '82, it was you
Yup, you started it, now wants a little part of it
What, the rap music, I you can't refuse it
But I'm here to tell you you must lose it
Strictly convo, and poetry, shit, it got to go

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