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, black
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 ease up and tell me to stand
I can't move at my own will, chill, I don't
the situation cause for panickin, I'm stiff like a mannequin
But then again, I felt the cold breeze
Ease across my back, lay back, in the wind, a brother cease in
Out the window, smooth like a puff of smoke, I take a toke
I the body 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 like I'm trapped

Wake up, you can kill the steady
We steady walk, where?
First look in the eye of a and stare
in my hair, oh yeah, the BDI glare, yeah
Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye, you can come near me, fear me
But spare me, the bullshit you to everybody else
'cause it's irrelevant to 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 grow, so you bled slow
But you let go, the best is yet to come
Lay back as I kick lyrics from my dia-
Phragm, God damn, somebody got lost, here I am, whose the
floss (floss) if you know what's best for you
When rescue, BD Buck shot at the average group
nothin personal, but at rehearsal
I'm serve justice for a click, and we roll

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One man steps up to the mic, right, by a man, right
Short height, smooth throat, made to float
And came to drop the bomb, everybody is listenin, so I remain
And drop it on the topic of the dress
Timberland strapped type, and a nigga head mode
We reside on the of peace in the belly of the beast
But how cant here be peace when the Devil never
To cause mischief, this shit is makin me
control, I'm fed up wit it, I'm dead 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 everybody wants a 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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