Luyện nghe bài hát Contents Unda Pressure

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

The Cowboys beat the Steelers so where's my 50 dollar
Boom bap to cap if your eyes is lookin' 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 before I bring the end to your bodily functions
When I speak I go deep, like I'm stabbin' it
You comin' up empty like your Mother cabinet

'Cause you keep comin' with guns so deeply
Example is the school of niggaz so peep me
You Range-Rovin', Hil and bustin' glocks
While I'm in the studio 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' is a queer

And my dip is blowin' up my hip whats up
(Eh, J-Ro the land lord wants his money)
Aww,

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

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

'Cause Tash will rock your wit the fatal rhymes that pound
Put you down 'cause lyrics suck more than Divine Brown
I'm off that Royal 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 stress out or try to like X and Gloria
Poundin' your surroundin', at you from the Liks
Styles harder to decode than on the bricks

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

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

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

These rappers come out 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 fresher
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And there ain't no tellin' when we to explode
Like tall cans in the when they get too cold
We gotta title to hold, west ghetto gold
than half a million know these beats got soul

We under pressure, thats 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 battle decent niggaz, so be glad y'all suck
'Cause if I take ten steps and turn around destroy ya
'Cause my style be up in niggaz like I'm De La Hoya

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

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