Luyện nghe bài hát Presha

This goes out to all my brothers and sisters
Hold ya head, things ain't always what they

I'm about to give you a dose of
Real

{Jeru The

Nowaways, records are and superstars are made

Still mothers in the ghetto, rent get payed
As a result, bullets are and their sons are laid
no myth, in ghetto life, if you don't fight you fade
Surviving in the streets, not a task for men
Growing up in the hood, black and supahuman
Caught up in the game of and cops run your block

Intercourse with witches and by warlocks
For props, pop, another brother drops
He barely his pops,
now his little will barely know his pops
Tunnel like a cyclops

I give you vision with these supahuman eyedrops
My niggas in the ghetto, it everything you got
'cause until we reach the top, can't stop and stop

Chorus 2X:

Can you
The presha, the the the
over
The presha, the the the

{Jeru The
Journalists write 'cause they can't write rhymes
Ever I was a youth I dealt in crime
Now I'm trying to reach the youth, to preserve what's
There's a fork in the road, life or death
There's too much stress, too bullets for your vest
Temptress, suck ya best, strains of syphillis
The rest, rest in the Earth, only the progress
It's you who think I see success
Warning, this shit is real, is not a test

And what I express worth more than a
Serve it like baby food, still to digest
Long ass niggas is mental slaves, I gotta

Chorus 2X

{Jeru The
in the crib, and dad got no loot for food
So he do he got to do
Keep it real, I don't hate ya

God my nature,
sent at this time to the structure
We should all live like kings,

now sing to the gutter
The blazed double X, like a box cutter
Brothers should be teaching, not murdering one
Word, to the land, kill the other man
of the concrete jungle, and Tarzan was a black man
Swingin on vines vibin, balancin the eco system
And since there's no more niggas in the ghetto, I am

Chorus 4X

(you got to deal with*instead of over)

Meanwhile, back at Supahuman Headquarters...