Luyện nghe bài hát Under Pressure

Under pressure, yeah,
The pressure's on, Life
When on, it's on

One of these days I'll, learn, don't with trick-ass niggaz
'Cause they, turn, into niggaz
I'm sick of stuck in the county jail
My niggaz clown, bring a pound when postin' bail

blunts in the driveway, my fo'-five
Screamin', "Fuck the police" we fly away, thug 'til I die
You why I'm made this way
I wasn't, turned out, I was raised way

I'm thinkin', these, are the dreams of a teen
Scheme, to stack cream off of fiends
One-time can't me
One of these days, we bust back for the homies

down in the penitentiary
I'll, probably lose my mind if the pig me
I'm, stressed, weed, and nicotine
But what a nigga really need, is

before I die I'll be cursin' the law
Reincarnated bitch, even worse than
My screamin' payback
My underhanded plan to get niggaz while they laid back

And Big Stretch hit the scene the mini-14
Servin' suckers like fiends
Empty the whole
Under pressure nigga, haha, right

Never run, throw your gun in the air, oh
bust ain't no time to spare
'Cause the ruckus and we fuck shit up
And with the stainless steel boy we cuttin' shit up

Flash then a nigga with the quickness
Cock the four pound motherfucker when I this and rip this
Damn, my mind is in the depths of
But when I'm walking on the street kid my name rings

And I never fell, I stand too tall
I'm just a thug motherfucker who was born to
Givin' my all, so wanna bring it to me
So I'ma sell my cocaine, and lay ass down G

Uhh, under
Yeah, look here

Runnin' wild, I never as a juvenile
Even now I keep a frown when I come
ask me 'bout the past, it was all bad
Shots blasted, will I last in the wrong

In the dark is my heart saw the most grief
Motherfuckers is gettin' shanked over teeth
Am I sick, 'cause I'm addicted to splifted
Watchin' tricks get lifted

Nothing's changed, 'cause in the game it's a aim
friends 'cause in the danger them niggaz change
Puff weed, and G's in my sock G
Car keys and Hennessy, where the be?

Time's passin', will I here another day
I put my gun away and my AK
It's hectic, I can't call it
House full of alcoholics, now a nigga's under

Yeah, right
Under nigga
A nigga's pressure

When the pressure's on, a hit
Ski mask, extra gats, the clips
Don't nobody move when we the streets
They silent, 'cause talk is cheap

the pressure's on, it's a hit
Ski mask, extra gats, bring the
Don't nobody move we walk the streets
They stay silent, 'cause talk is

the pressure's on, it's a hit
Ski mask, gats, bring the clips
Don't move when we walk the streets
They stay silent, 'cause is cheap
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