Luyện nghe bài hát Trapped

It was a of black smoke, in the air
I choke, I witness two beady eyes there
Glare, wit no fear, pitch
for the brother to attack, I tried to speak
I tried to talk, but my is gone
I like I'm on the other side, word is bond
But he ease up and tell me to still
I can't at my own will, chill, I don't feel
That the situation cause for panickin, I'm stiff like a
But again, when I felt 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, when I a toke
I feel the body no joke
So follow me, as I him
Into the night, and you can see the

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

Wake up, you can the steady talk
We steady walk, where?
look in the eye of a needle and stare
Dreads in my hair, oh yeah, the BDI glare,
ye, hear ye, hear ye, you can come near me, don't fear 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, while my shotty lie 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 what's best for you
When they rescue, BD Buck shot at the average
nothin personal, but at rehearsal
I'm serve justice for a click, and we thick

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One man steps up to the mic, right, by a man, right
Short height, throat, that's made to float
And came to drop the bomb, is listenin, so I remain calm
And drop it on the topic of the code
Timberland strapped type, and stomp a head mode
We reside on the of peace in the belly of the beast
But how cant here be peace when the Devil cease
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 know you refuse 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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