Luyện nghe bài hát Contents Unda Pressure

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

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

Who need to come join these words 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 empty your Mother Hubbard's cabinet

'Cause you keep comin' with guns so deeply
Example is the school of mankind niggaz so me
You Range-Rovin', Hil and bustin' glocks
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 DAT machine is smokin'
The still ain't here, we out of beer
And I think motherfuckin' engineer is a queer

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

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I hope for the and expect the worst
Get off my chest every time I bust a verse

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

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

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

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

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I hope for the best and expect the
Get stress off my every time I bust a verse

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

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

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

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

you see me on the mic we go buck for buck
We battle decent niggaz, so be glad y'all suck
'Cause if I take ten steps and turn around I'll 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 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 shirt from all the and foam
'Cause the crew wit all the brew, squads like treasures
Wit the Hennessey and Coke tryin' to wit life's pressure