Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure

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

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

Even if was true
Understand, I'm a man before anything, rap is I do
And I'm father
Like if my baby boy in a jam, I won't grab the

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

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

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

I know, she tryin' to be cool for her
I know, he to front for her in the Benz
But he ain't watchin' where he drivin' and
Hit somebody and dude talkin 'bout poppin' the trunk

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

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

When he come out he flipped
his son is in the backseat with some other nigga pushin' his whip
This kind of pressure for
Got at like 6 out of 10 blacks sittin' in jail, damn

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

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

He think about gettin'
His family is hungry, dead real, no longer a joke
But he ain't for the streets
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
'Bout to follow homey to his pad

But he can't let ride
He pull out the thing and tell his momma go in and hide
So put on a stretcher
I'm willin' to betcha, it's the pressure,

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