Luyện nghe bài hát Stressin

Cut that mike up for me
do this thang boy,
Deadly sounds back at ya
stop none of this?
Playa, this out

They don't want this chorus all they want is
They don't feel my but they gone feel my presence
And been stressin' since a adolescent
They don't want this chorus all want is Murder
They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my

Now I ain't never rally's
But it was close, I've done ups for Bally's
We love to smoke as I recall I heard you mention my
What you to see me stressin'?
This ain't part of the you must be high
'Cause you rockin' a Bass Head
You hear me, I'm grindin', workin' hard for mine ya me

Four hundred of pain and now this
It's them cockroaches got you trained, just like a bitch
You see they in yo face now what they after
And now they wanna my place

Them back stabba's, blucka blucka, I'mma get you
We roll tinted windows on the Humma Trucka
And after it rain he might be dead like Jesse
Trained for pain even when I everything I gain

It's simple when you go ballistic
Statistics we breed soldiers in my district
It ain't Mr. Rodgers I learned the game
But it wasn't from the

Pissed pain, and Welfair wasn't a question
Just a decision, we it as a blessin'
food was missin' and my tattoos tell a story
I'm Bossainie and died in his glory
I know he see me, I'm runnin' but I movin'
It's a dream, 'cause all they want is Murder
That's it seem

They don't want chorus, all they want is Murder
They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my
And I've stressin' since a adolescent
They don't want chorus all they want is Murder
They don't feel my pain but they feel my presence
And been stressin' since a adolescent

Come meet me in the 'cause it's a set up
And the way to stop, watch him get wet up
Ain't no since in you fakin' me
I'm a pebble and the window you got is bigger than me

Watch me shadow while blood splattered and hit the
I'm puttin' fresh flowers on my grave
Tryna sell a so I can provide for my lil' one
Shit, they want little mess like the rest of the ghetto

It's confusin', I'm losin' pieces to a broken
Russian Roulette to my head it's down bubble
I'm Kamakazi, you try me put yourself beside me
I'm a man call Baby Mamma so she can hide me

The only victim is all the brotha locked up in
Gettin' letters and pictures, I know people miss em'
Take a ride to Texas in a stolen
Three mack 11's is ready, me only protection

"Who do I believe in really?", I put my in God
I was dealt some bad cards, he's in school yards
And fightin' at behind bars the devil hit me wit a murder charge
All want is Murder boy