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 me to chill
How you rappin' is you sayin' to go out and kill
I so much 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 boy in a jam, I won't grab the revolver

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

When the pressure is on, your is gone
believe your 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 are filled with pride
(Pressure, pressure)
Too to die, so the bullets fly
The are filled with pride
(Pressure, pressure)

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

But go out like a punk
Shots go off and his friends no longer think that he's
Now time for the bail
And momma got a heart problem 'cause her son is in jail

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

When he out shit he flipped
'Cause his son is in the backseat some other nigga pushin' his whip
This kind of for real
Got at least like 6 out of 10 sittin' in jail, damn

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)

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

He about gettin' coke
His is hungry, it's dead 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 where he want, it's the first of the month
Makin' mad sales right in the
Duke and them gettin' mad, things to get bad
'Bout to follow home to his pad

But he can't let ride
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, 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 streets are filled pride