Luyện nghe bài hát Trapped

It was a of black 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 I'm on the other side, word is bond
But he ease up and tell me to still
I can't move at my own will, chill, I don't
That the situation cause for panickin, I'm like a mannequin
But then again, when I felt the breeze
Ease across my back, lay back, in the wind, a brother cease in
Out the window, smooth like a of smoke, when I take 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 in the world of rap
I like I'm trapped

Wake up, you can kill the 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, ye, hear ye, you can come near me, don't 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 my dreads grow, so you bled slow
But you let go, the best is yet to come
Lay back as I kick some lyrics my dia-
Phragm, God damn, somebody got lost, I am, whose the boss?
Verbal floss (floss) if you what's best for you
When they rescue, BD Buck shot at the group
Ain't 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 little man,
Short height, smooth throat, that's made to
And to drop the bomb, everybody is listenin, so I remain calm
And it on the topic of the dress code
strapped type, and stomp a nigga head mode
We reside on the bowls of peace in the of the beast
But how cant here be peace when the never cease
To mischief, this shit is makin me griff
control, I'm fed up wit it, I'm dead up wit it
See I'm for head up wit it
Shit it on 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 tell you that you lose it
Strictly convo, and poetry, shit, it got to go

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