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

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

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

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

Bullets fly, piece of
(Pressure, pressure)
The are filled with pride
(Pressure, pressure)
Too to die, so the bullets fly
The streets are filled 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 and drunk
Hit somebody whip and dude talkin poppin' the trunk

But can't go out like a
Shots go off and his friends no longer think that soft
Now time for the bail
And momma got a slight heart problem 'cause her son is in

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

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

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

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

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

Think he can pump he want, it's the first of the month
Makin' mad sales in the front
and them gettin' mad, things startin' to get bad
'Bout to homey home to his pad

But he can't let ride
He pull out the and tell his baby momma go in and hide
So many put on a
I'm willin' to betcha, the pressure, c'mon

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)
The are filled with pride