Luyện nghe bài hát Trapped

It was a puff of smoke, in the air
I choke, then I 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 feel like I'm on the other side, 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 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, a brother cease 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 like I'm trapped in the world of rap
I feel I'm trapped

Wake up, you can the steady talk
We gon' walk, where?
First look in the eye of a needle and
in my hair, oh yeah, the BDI glare, yeah
Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye, you can near me, don't fear me
But spare me, the bullshit you to everybody else
'cause it's irrelevant to those who got knowledge to
Why self, so why ask why, I try
Not to ask why, while my shotty lie 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 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
they rescue, BD Buck 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 steps up to the mic, right, by a man, right
height, smooth 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 dress
Timberland strapped type, and stomp a nigga head
We reside on the bowls of peace in the belly of the
But how here be peace when the Devil never cease
To cause mischief, shit 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
it on who? Back in '82, it was you
Yup, you started it, now wants a little part of it
What, the rap music, I know you refuse it
But I'm here to tell you you must lose it
Strictly convo, and poetry, shit, it got to go

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