Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure

What do we do, ooh, what do we do, do we do
Pressure, pressure, do we do to do

Let's go, they say they want me to
How you rappin' is you sayin' to go out and kill
I hear so of this nonsense
Like brother you a role model, you to rap like you conscious

Even if was true
Understand, I'm a man anything, rap is what I do
And I'm somebody's
Like if my baby boy in a jam, I won't the revolver

Sometimes not that
I ain't sittin' around talkin' 'bout is holdin' me back
Out you would think this the Western
I don't mean to be but you can chill with all those silly suggestions

the pressure is on, your morals is gone
Can't believe your face is
I don't condone it but I'm willin' to it
relax, go home, hit me up on the horn, got you

Bullets fly, piece of
(Pressure, pressure)
The streets are filled pride
(Pressure, pressure)
Too to die, so the bullets fly
The streets are filled pride
(Pressure, pressure)

I know, she tryin' to be for her friends
I know, he tryin' to front for her in the
But he ain't watchin' where he and drunk
Hit somebody whip and dude talkin poppin' the trunk

But can't go out a punk
Shots go off and his friends no longer think that he's
Now it's time for the
And got a slight heart problem 'cause her son is in jail

And no one's keepin' it
The lawyers is riffin', block calls, messages skippin'
And shorty don't even
She too busy in the with your re-up money, tryin' to live it

he come out shit he flipped
'Cause his son is in the backseat with some other pushin' his whip
This of pressure for real
Got at least 6 out of 10 blacks sittin' in jail, damn

fly, piece of mind
(Pressure, pressure)
The are filled with pride
(Pressure, pressure)
Too young to die, so the fly
The streets are filled pride
(Pressure, pressure)

This brother from work
9 to 5, wage, his boss is a jerk
He can't stand broke
He get off the bus to get him a and somethin' to smoke

He think about coke
His family is hungry, it's real, no longer a joke
But he ain't made for the
This ain't back then, lil' dudes now carryin' heat

Think he can pump where he want, it's the of the month
Makin' mad sales right in the
Duke and them gettin' mad, startin' to get bad
to follow homey home to his pad

But he let that ride
He pull out the thing and tell his baby go in and hide
So many put on a
I'm willin' to betcha, it's the pressure,

fly, piece of mind
(Pressure, pressure)
The streets are filled pride
(Pressure, pressure)
Too young to die, so the fly
The streets are filled pride
(Pressure, pressure)
The streets are with pride