Luyện nghe bài hát Trapped

It was a of black smoke, in the air
I choke, then I two beady eyes 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 side, word is bond
But he ease up and tell me to stand
I can't move at my own will, chill, I don't
That the situation cause for panickin, I'm stiff a mannequin
But then again, I felt the cold 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 the body ain't no joke
So me, as I follow him
the night, and you can see the light

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

Wake up, you can the steady talk
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 me, don't fear me
But spare me, the bullshit you talk to 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 make my dreads grow, so you bled slow
But you wouldn't let go, the is yet to come
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 shot at the average group
Ain't nothin personal, but at
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,
height, smooth throat, that's made to float
And came to the bomb, everybody is listenin, so I remain calm
And drop it on the topic of the dress
strapped type, and stomp a nigga head mode
We reside on the bowls of peace in the belly of the
But how cant be peace when the Devil never cease
To cause mischief, this is makin me griff
control, I'm fed up wit it, I'm dead up wit it
See I'm ready for up wit it
Shit it on who? in '82, it was you
Yup, you started it, now everybody wants a little of it
What, the rap music, I you can't refuse it
But I'm here to you that you must lose it
convo, rhythm and poetry, shit, it got to go

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