Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Okay we see you in your 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 puttin' on 'em
We puttin' on 'em

Okay, F Baby man I gotta put the pressure on 'em
Money the special team, we so Devin Hester on 'em
Right up on girls lips, got my dick resting on 'em
as they woke up, it came 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 plenty metal for any fellow
Semi settle everything for me and for me
Smoking on that G13 and funny
Specially bitchass niggas, kiss-ass niggas
Blood 6 flags niggas, no rollercoaster
Real shit we hold the bread the hoes hold the
Young Casanova, I bend their over
She say my dick than a sixpack of Cola
Man Im so fly I got
Pressure bust pipes, but Weezy twice

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

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

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

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