Luyện nghe bài hát Contents Unda Pressure

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 to decode than graffiti on the bricks

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

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I for the best and expect the worst
Get stress off my chest time I bust a verse

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

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

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

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

When you see me on the mic we go 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 niggaz 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 what it stands fool, like on the bulletin
Wit they couldn't teach your ass at Cal State Fullerton

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