Luyện nghe bài hát Contents Unda Pressure

I'm the beer rational national
My cash flow is thick like potato-oes in the gravy
Wassup wavy, thanks to my King Tee-la
The host wit the most, I'm to coast like Aunt Peela

The beat the Steelers so nigga where's my 50 dollar
Boom bap to cap if your eyes is lookin' shiftee
In this game of rappin' your ass will win
And let you B B Rickers wit Quik, Suge and Mack 10

Who need to come these words like conjunction
A friend before I bring the end to bodily functions
When I I go deep, like when I'm stabbin' it
You comin' up empty your Mother Hubbard's cabinet

you keep comin' with rhymes guns so deeply
Example is the of mankind niggaz so peep me
You Range-Rovin', Tommy Hil and glocks
I'm in the studio bustin' lyrics in my socks

And the A C is broken, no jokin', we got the
the coke-in, the fuckin' DAT machine is smokin'
The still ain't here, we out of beer
And I think this motherfuckin' engineer is a

And my dip is up my hip whats up honey
(Eh, J-Ro the land lord really his money)
Aww,

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I hope for the best and the worst
Get stress off my chest every time I a verse

Ain't no describin', the way that Tash be feelin' he's vibin'
Be feelin' like a deadly secret agent on
Don't fuck wit microfilms, I the microphones and tables
that some niggaz stole while I was at a wit my label

'Cause Tash rock your cradle wit the fatal rhymes that pound
Put you 'cause your lyrics suck more than Divine Brown
While I'm off that Royal Crown party at the Atmospheric
Wit the 40's and the Hennessey to get in the spirit

So bounce to the lyrics of the Likwit warrior
Get the stress out or try to like X and Gloria
Poundin' your surroundin', stuffin' at you from the
harder to decode than graffiti on the bricks

So read my tag and weep I drive you off the deep
Wit the Alkie style that rock you and Quantum wanna leap
'Cause in the streets plays for keeps on micros
It's the never ending quest for west rap titles

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I for the best and expect the worst
Get stress off my chest every time I a verse

Yo I walk in the place, kicks
Wit a beer face, naw a whole case
(A 40?)
Wit flows like these, we not your average
We be the drunken masters of

These rappers come out then turn fake like rayon
Put I to stick to the streets like a crayon
In order to go pop, we'd have to stop fresher
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And ain't no tellin' when we bout to explode
tall cans in the freezer when they get too cold
We gotta title to hold, west coast gold
More half a million know these beats got soul

We under pressure, thats my motivation
To let this drunk technique through out the nation
I'm out, for weeks wit no sleep
And no roll in the 'cause I know this shits gotta blow

you see me on the mic we go buck for buck
We only battle decent niggaz, so be glad suck
'Cause if I ten steps and turn around I'll destroy ya
'Cause my style be up in niggaz like I'm Oscar De La

The you got before ya, Tash the top gunner
So try to on float while the current pulls you under
'Cause what it stands fool, like on the bulletin
Wit skills couldn't teach your ass at Cal State Fullerton

I'm in the like the Bulls at home
Wit mad stains on my from all the beer and foam
'Cause the crew wit all the brew, buries squads like
Wit the Hennessey and Coke to deal wit life's pressure