Luyện nghe bài hát Contents Unda Pressure

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I hope for the best and expect the
Get stress off my every time 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 drunken of ceremonies

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

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

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

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

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