Luyện nghe bài hát Contents Unda Pressure

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

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

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

'Cause you keep comin' rhymes guns so deeply
is the school of mankind niggaz so peep me
You Range-Rovin', Tommy Hil and bustin'
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 is smokin'
The pizza still here, we out of beer
And I think this motherfuckin' engineer is a

And my dip is blowin' up my hip up honey
(Eh, the land lord really wants his money)
Aww,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo I in the place, kicks un-laced
Wit a bitter face, naw a whole case
(A 40?)
Wit flows like these, we not average MC's
We be the drunken 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 stop comin'
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And there no tellin' when we bout to explode
Like tall cans in the when they get too cold
We gotta title to hold, west coast ghetto
than half a million know these beats got soul

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

When you see me on the mic we go buck for
We only decent niggaz, so be glad y'all suck
'Cause if I take ten steps and turn around destroy ya
my style 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
'Cause read what it fool, like on the bulletin
Wit they couldn't teach your ass at Cal State Fullerton

I'm in the zone like the Bulls at
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 tryin' to deal wit life's pressure