Luyện nghe bài hát Contents Unda Pressure

I'm the beer rational outta
My cash flow is thick like mashed in the gravy
Wassup wavy, thanks to my homey Tee-la
The host wit the most, I'm coast to coast like Aunt

The Cowboys beat the Steelers so nigga my 50 dollar
Boom bap to your cap if your eyes is lookin'
In this game of rappin' your ass never win
And let you play B B Rickers wit Quik, Suge and 10

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

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

And the A C is broken, no jokin', we got the
Without the coke-in, the fuckin' DAT machine is
The still ain't here, we out of beer
And I think this engineer is a queer

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

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I for the best and expect the worst
Get stress off my chest time I bust 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 want the microphones and
that some niggaz while I was at a meeting wit my label

'Cause Tash will rock your cradle wit the rhymes that pound
Put you down 'cause your lyrics suck than Divine Brown
While I'm off that Crown gettin' party at the Atmospheric
Wit the 40's and the to get y'all in the spirit

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

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

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I hope for the and expect the worst
Get stress off my chest every I bust a verse

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

These rappers come out then turn fake like rayon
Put I choose to stick to the like a crayon
In to go pop, we'd have to stop comin' fresher
under pressure

And there ain't no tellin' when we to explode
tall cans in the freezer when they get too cold
We gotta title to hold, west coast ghetto
More than half a know these beats got soul

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

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

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

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