Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure

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

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

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

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

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

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

I know, she tryin' to be 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 talkin 'bout poppin' the trunk

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

And no keepin' 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

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

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

This comin' from work
9 to 5, wage, his boss is a jerk
He stand 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, these lil' now carryin' heat

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

But he let that ride
He pull out the and tell his baby momma 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