Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure

Fear is the curse and word is PRESSURE
Too to count the worry and the strife

Speed Racer, Takin' in PRESSURE
PRESSURE is the fear, is the tear

Twist that torcher, torch that
Burnin', verbal arm twisting, ear pinching

No remorse, no
I sit in the jail and I think about that PRESSURE
no jive, on this mess y'all
Female on my face, no Lord
me, huh but nonetheless
This PRESSURE mess, mess is the best

Is runnin', Runnin' out of
Boy you git your ass home quick
You shorly lie you get high
On that PRESSURE, kick

PRESSURE!?




PRESSURE I sit down
when I git up
When I sleep at
Nightmares make me PRESSURE

PRESSURE uhm vexed
whin I see mie x

Prayin' for a breather, but whenz it comin'

Oh this world, oh PRESSURE
hardened on me there's no help yeh
It's the pear, It's the fear,
out the fat man
PRESSURE only for the PRESSURE folks
Fat man, in a skinny land

is runnin'
Runnin' out of
Boy you better git your asshole stitched, a fabricated up
You surely lie when you get high on
PRESSURE! kick

When your turnin' gray
PRESSURE tellin' you to take the gray
Its' the fear of physical
It's the tear of scalp hair transplant bloodmesses