Luyện nghe bài hát Stressin

Cut that mike up for me
Let's do this boy,
Deadly sounds right at ya
Can't stop of this?
Playa, this out

They don't want this chorus all they is Murder
They don't feel my pain but they gone my presence
And been stressin' since a adolescent
They don't want this chorus all they is Murder
They feel my pain but they gone feel my presence

Now I ain't never robbed
But it was close, done stick ups for Bally's
We love to smoke as I I heard you mention my name
you love to see me stressin'?
This ain't part of the game you be high
'Cause you rockin' a Bass Head
You hear me, I'm grindin', workin' for mine ya feel me

Four hundred of pain and now this
like them cockroaches got you trained, just like a bitch
You see they smile in yo face now they after
And now they wanna my place

Them back stabba's, blucka blucka, I'mma get you
We roll tinted windows on the Humma Trucka
And after it rain he might be like Jesse James
Trained for pain even I lose everything I gain

It's simple mathematics you go ballistic
Statistics show we breed soldiers in my
It ain't like Mr. Rodgers I learned the
But it wasn't the Dodgers

Pissed from pain, and Welfair a question
Just a decision, we embraced it as a
'Cause food was missin' and my tattoos a story
I'm Bossainie and Kevin in his glory
I know he see me, I'm runnin' but I ain't
It's like a dream, 'cause all they is Murder
That's what it

They don't this chorus, all they want is Murder
They don't feel my but they gone feel my presence
And I've been stressin' since a
don't want this chorus all they want is Murder
They don't feel my pain but gone feel my presence
And I've stressin' since a adolescent

meet me in the projecets 'cause it's a set up
And the way to stop, watch him get wet up
Ain't no in you fakin' with me
I'm just a pebble and the window you got is than me

Watch me shadow while blood and hit the pave
I'm fresh flowers on my empty grave
Tryna a million so I can provide for my lil' one
Shit, they want little mess like the rest of the ghetto

It's confusin', I'm pieces to a broken puzzle
Russian to my head it's down bubble muzzle
I'm Kamakazi, you try me put yourself right me
I'm a man call Baby Mamma so she can hide me

The only victim is all the brotha locked up in
Gettin' letters and pictures, I they people miss em'
Take a ride to in a stolen Lexus
Three mack 11's is ready, that's me only

"Who do I in really?", I put my faith in God
I was dealt some bad cards, he's fightin' in yards
And fightin' at night behind the devil hit me wit a murder charge
All want is Murder boy