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 King Tee-la
The host wit the most, I'm coast to 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 never win
And let you play B B wit Quik, Suge and Mack 10

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

you keep comin' with rhymes guns so deeply
Example is the of mankind niggaz so peep me
You Range-Rovin', Tommy Hil and glocks
While I'm in the studio 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 pizza ain't 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 land really 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 feelin' when vibin'
Be feelin' a deadly secret agent on assignment
Don't 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 that pound
Put you down 'cause lyrics suck more than Divine Brown
While I'm off that Royal Crown gettin' party at the
Wit the 40's and the to get y'all in the spirit

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

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

Contents unda pressure, unda pressure
I hope for the best and expect the
Get stress off my chest every time I a verse

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

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

And there no tellin' when we bout to explode
Like tall in the freezer when they get too cold
We gotta title to hold, west ghetto gold
More half a million know these beats got soul

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

When you see me on the mic we go buck for
We battle decent niggaz, so be glad y'all suck
'Cause if I take ten steps and turn around destroy ya
'Cause my be up in niggaz like I'm Oscar De La Hoya

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

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