Luyện nghe bài hát Presha

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

I'm to give you a dose of reality
Real

The Damaja

Nowaways, records are played and are made

Still mothers in the ghetto, dont get payed
As a result, bullets are sprayed and their 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, young black and
Caught up in the game of blocks and cops run your

Intercourse with and hunted by warlocks
For props, boos-hoot pop, another drops
He barely his pops,
now his little seed will barely know his
vision like a cyclops

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

Chorus 2X:

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

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

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

Chorus 2X

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

God my nature,
at this time to stabilize the structure
We all live like wise kings,

now sing praise to the
The double X, concelead like a box cutter
should be teaching, not murdering one another
Word, to the land, kill the other man
Lord of the concrete jungle, and was a black man
Swingin on vines vibin, been the eco system
And since there's no more in the ghetto, here I am

Chorus 4X

(you got to with*instead of hand over)

Meanwhile, back at Supahuman Headquarters...