Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure

Yea we see you bust a bottle at your little table
And we comin' by the bar get the up your frontin'

on 'em
We pressure on 'em
We puttin' on 'em
We pressure on 'em

Okay we see you in your Phantom actin' with your misses
Yea you ballin' you see us pullup and none of them bitches puttin'

on 'em
We puttin' on 'em
We pressure on 'em
We puttin' on 'em

When we do this shit now tell me why is you
When I be that type of nigga that get money when I'm
And when I'm and shittin' I cop contries on the weekend
So ambitious my accoundents cop when I'm eating for me
Buss the most dominant, start retreating
Beat the street up, be sounding remarkable
I'm speaking homie
Huge rechargable batteries, I'm tweaking, only
Short circuit chair bolteses every feature Coly
*HIIIH* I'm short for breath drowning in money rushes
Fuck a blunt bitch I'm inhaling muffales(?) and smoke from
I defend my like soldiers I come to punish
Defence from infections, the way that BUSS IS
no fucking around, I'm frontin, Get it?
As for getting this bread Im vomit so disgusting with it
Here's my other alias, don't forget it, me Snow-blower
this bread like its nothing with it

Yea we see you bust a at your little table stuntin'
And we comin' by the bar get the fucking up frontin'

on 'em
We puttin' on 'em
We pressure on 'em
We pressure on 'em

Okay we see you in your Phantom cocky with your misses
Yea you ballin' till you see us pullup and none of them puttin'

on 'em
We puttin' on 'em
We pressure on 'em
We puttin' on 'em

Okay, F Baby man I gotta put the pressure on 'em
Young the special team, we so Devin Hester on 'em
up on your girls lips, got my dick resting on 'em
Soon as they woke up, it and left it on 'em
Swag with no effort on em, quicker than a on 'em
If he got beef me sprinkle salt and pepper on 'em
No Spinderella just plenty metal for any
settle everything for me and everything for me
Smoking on that G13 and everything
Specially y'all niggas, kiss-ass niggas
Blood gang 6 flags niggas, no
Real shit we hold the bread the hoes the toasters
Casanova, I bend their asses over
She say my dick than a sixpack of Cola
Man Im so fly I got
Pressure bust pipes, but bust twice

Yea we see you bust a bottle at your little table
And we comin' by the bar get the up your frontin'

on 'em
We pressure on 'em
We pressure on 'em
We pressure on 'em

we see you in your Phantom actin' cocky with your misses
Yea you ballin' till you see us and none of them bitches puttin'

on 'em
We pressure on 'em
We pressure on 'em
We pressure on 'em