Luyện nghe bài hát Contents Unda Pressure

I'm the beer rational outta
My cash flow is like mashed 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
bap to your cap if your eyes is lookin' shiftee
In this game of rappin' your ass will win
And let you play B B Rickers wit Quik, and Mack 10

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

'Cause you keep comin' with rhymes so deeply
Example is the school of mankind so peep me
You Range-Rovin', Tommy Hil and bustin'
While I'm in the 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 this motherfuckin' engineer is a queer

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

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

Ain't no describin', the way that Tash be when 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 I was at a meeting wit my label

'Cause Tash will rock your wit the fatal rhymes that pound
Put you down 'cause your lyrics suck more than Divine
While I'm off Royal 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 noble warrior
Get the stress out or try to like X and Gloria
Poundin' your surroundin', stuffin' at you 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 rock you and made Quantum wanna
'Cause Tash in the streets plays for keeps on
the never ending quest for west coast rap titles

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I hope for the best and expect the
Get off my chest every time I bust a verse

Yo I walk in the place, un-laced
Wit a bitter face, naw a whole case
(A 40?)
Wit flows these, we not your average MC's
We be the masters of ceremonies

These rappers out hard then turn fake like rayon
Put I choose to to the streets like a crayon
In order to go pop, we'd have to comin' fresher
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And there no tellin' when we bout to explode
Like tall cans in the freezer when get too cold
We gotta title to hold, west ghetto gold
than half a million know these beats got soul

We still under pressure, my motivation
To let this drunk technique leak through out the
I'm out, for weeks wit no sleep
And no in the studio 'cause 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 around I'll destroy ya
'Cause my style be up in niggaz like I'm Oscar De La

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

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