Luyện nghe bài hát Trapped

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

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

Wake up, you can kill the talk
We gon' walk, where?
First in the eye of a needle and stare
in my hair, oh yeah, the BDI glare, yeah
Hear ye, hear ye, ye, you can come near me, don't fear me
But spare me, the bullshit you talk to everybody
'cause irrelevant to those who got knowledge to self
Why self, so why ask why, I try
Not to ask why, while my 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, here I am, the boss?
Verbal floss (floss) if you know best for you
When they rescue, BD shot at the average group
nothin personal, but at rehearsal
I'm justice for a click, and we roll thick

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One man steps up to the mic, right, by a little man,
Short height, smooth throat, that's made to
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 stomp a nigga mode
We reside on the bowls of in the belly of the beast
But how cant here be when the Devil never cease
To cause mischief, shit is makin me griff
Outta control, I'm fed up wit it, I'm up wit it
See I'm for head up wit it
Shit it on who? 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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