Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure

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

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

Okay we see you in 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

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

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

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

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

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

Okay, Weezy F man I gotta put the pressure on 'em
Young Money the 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 no effort on em, quicker than a leopard on 'em
If he got beef me sprinkle salt and pepper on 'em
No Spinderella just plenty metal for any
Semi 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 hold the toasters
Young Casanova, I bend their asses
She say my dick than a sixpack of Cola
Man Im so fly I got
Pressure bust pipes, but Weezy bust

Yea we see you a bottle at your little table stuntin'
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

Okay we see you in your Phantom actin' with your misses
Yea you ballin' till you see us pullup and of them bitches puttin'

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