Luyện nghe bài hát Contents Unda Pressure

I'm the beer outta national
My flow 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 like Aunt Peela

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

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

And the A C is broken, no jokin', we got the
Without the coke-in, the DAT machine is smokin'
The pizza ain't here, we out of beer
And I think this motherfuckin' 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 for the best and expect the worst
Get stress off my chest every time I bust a

Ain't no describin', the way that be feelin' when he's vibin'
Be like a deadly secret agent on assignment
Don't fuck wit microfilms, I the microphones and tables
that some stole while 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 Divine
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 lyrics of the 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 while I drive you off the deep
Wit the Alkie style that rock you and made wanna leap
'Cause Tash in the streets plays for keeps on
It's the never ending quest for coast rap titles

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

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

These come out hard 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 fresher
under pressure

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

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

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

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