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

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

Sometimes not 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 with all those silly suggestions

When the pressure is on, your is gone
Can't 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 to die, so the bullets fly
The are filled 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 watchin' where he and drunk
Hit somebody whip and dude talkin 'bout the trunk

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

And no one's keepin' it
The lawyers is riffin', phone calls, messages skippin'
And shorty don't even
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 some other nigga pushin' his whip
kind of pressure for real
Got at least like 6 out of 10 blacks sittin' in jail,

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

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

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

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

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

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