Luyện nghe bài hát Contents Unda Pressure

I'm the rational outta national
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 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 your ass will never win
And let you B B Rickers wit Quik, Suge and Mack 10

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

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

And the A C is broken, no jokin', we got the
Without the coke-in, the fuckin' DAT machine is
The pizza still here, we out of beer
And I think motherfuckin' engineer is a queer

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

Contents unda pressure, unda pressure
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 feelin' when he's
Be feelin' like a deadly secret on assignment
fuck wit microfilms, I want the microphones and tables
that some niggaz stole I was at a meeting wit my label

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

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

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

unda pressure, contents unda pressure
I hope for the best and the worst
Get stress off my chest time I bust a verse

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

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

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

We still pressure, thats my motivation
To let this drunk technique leak through out the
I'm stressed out, for wit no sleep
And no in the studio '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 take ten steps and turn I'll destroy ya
'Cause my style be up in like I'm Oscar De La Hoya

The crew you got before ya, the top gunner
So try to stay on float the current pulls you under
'Cause read it stands fool, like on the bulletin
Wit skills they couldn't your 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
the crew wit all the brew, buries squads like treasures
Wit the Hennessey and Coke tryin' to deal wit pressure