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

Even if was true
Understand, I'm a man anything, rap is what 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' 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

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

Bullets fly, of mind
(Pressure, pressure)
The streets are filled with
(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 tryin' to for her in the Benz
But he ain't watchin' 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 think that soft
Now it's time for the
And got a slight heart problem 'cause her son is in jail

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he let that ride
He pull out the thing and his baby momma go in and hide
So put on a stretcher
I'm willin' to betcha, it's the pressure,

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)
The streets are filled with