Luyện nghe bài hát Contents Unda Pressure

I'm the beer rational outta
My flow 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 beat the Steelers so nigga where's my 50 dollar
Boom bap to your cap if your eyes is shiftee
In game of rappin' your ass will never win
And let you B B Rickers wit Quik, Suge and Mack 10

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

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

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

And my dip is blowin' up my hip whats up
(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 bust a

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

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

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

So read my tag and while I drive you off the deep
Wit the Alkie style that rock you and made Quantum leap
'Cause Tash in the streets plays for on micros
the never ending quest for west 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 MC's
We be the drunken masters of

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

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

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

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

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

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