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, pitch
Waitin for the brother to attack, I tried to
I tried to talk, but my voice is
I feel like I'm on the side, word is bond
But he ease up and me to stand still
I can't move at my own will, chill, I don't
That the 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, 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
the night, and you can see the light

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

Wake up, you can kill the steady
We steady walk, where?
look in the eye of a needle and stare
Dreads in my hair, oh yeah, the BDI glare,
Hear ye, ye, hear ye, you can come near me, don't fear me
But spare me, the bullshit you talk to everybody
'cause it's irrelevant to those who got to self
Why self, so why ask why, I try
Not to ask why, my shotty lie beside my bed
in my head make my dreads grow, so you bled slow
But you wouldn't let go, the is yet to come
Lay as I kick some lyrics from my dia-
Phragm, God damn, got lost, here I am, whose the boss?
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 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 of the dress code
Timberland strapped type, and a nigga head mode
We reside on the bowls of in the belly of the beast
But how cant here be when the Devil never cease
To cause mischief, this shit is makin me
Outta control, I'm fed up wit it, I'm 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 everybody a little part of it
What, the rap music, I you can't refuse it
But I'm to tell you that you must lose it
Strictly convo, and poetry, shit, it got to go

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