Luyện nghe bài hát Trapped

It was a puff of 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 tried to talk, but my is gone
I feel like I'm on the other side, word is
But he up and tell me to stand still
I move at my own will, chill, I don't feel
That the cause for panickin, I'm stiff like a mannequin
But then again, when I felt the cold
Ease across my back, lay back, in the wind, watch a brother in
Out the window, like a puff of smoke, when I take a toke
I feel the ain't no joke
So follow me, as I him
the night, and you can see the light

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

Wake up, you can kill the steady
We steady 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 spare me, the 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 my dreads grow, so you bled slow
But you wouldn't let go, the best is yet to
Lay back as I kick lyrics from my dia-
Phragm, God damn, somebody got lost, I am, whose the boss?
floss (floss) if you know what's best for you
When they rescue, BD Buck shot at the average
Ain't nothin personal, but at
I'm serve justice for a click, and we thick

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One man up to the mic, right, by a little man, right
Short height, throat, that's made 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 when the Devil never cease
To cause mischief, this shit is me griff
control, I'm fed up wit it, I'm dead up wit it
See I'm ready for up wit it
it on who? Back in '82, it was you
Yup, you started it, now everybody wants a little of it
What, the rap music, I know you can't it
But I'm here to you that you must lose it
Strictly convo, and poetry, shit, it got to go

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