Luyện nghe bài hát Trapped

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

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

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

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One man up to the mic, right, by a little man, right
Short height, smooth throat, that's made to
And came to drop the bomb, is listenin, so I remain calm
And drop it on the of the dress code
Timberland type, and stomp a nigga head mode
We reside on the of peace in the belly of the beast
But how cant here be peace the Devil never cease
To mischief, this shit is makin me griff
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 that you must it
convo, rhythm and poetry, shit, it got to go

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