Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure

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

go, they say they want me to chill
How you is like you sayin' to go out and kill
I so much of this nonsense
Like brother you a model, you supposed to rap like you conscious

Even if 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 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 rude but you can chill with all those silly

When the pressure is on, morals is gone
Can't believe face is torn
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 with
(Pressure, pressure)
Too to die, so the bullets fly
The are filled with pride
(Pressure, pressure)

I know, she tryin' to be cool for her
I know, he tryin' to front for her in the
But he watchin' where he drivin' and drunk
Hit somebody whip and dude talkin 'bout the trunk

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

And no one's keepin' it
The lawyers is riffin', block phone calls, skippin'
And shorty even visit
She too busy in the with your re-up money, tryin' to live it

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

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

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

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

Think he can pump where he want, the first of the month
Makin' mad sales in the front
Duke and them mad, things startin' to get bad
'Bout to follow homey to his pad

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

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