Luyện nghe bài hát The Stress Factor - Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina)

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Don't push me cause i'm close to the
I'm not to lose my head
I sit alone
And look deep my soul
And i'm starrin at something
That's very out a
Tolerence at
Emotions dead and
If indo was a
man me stoned
Patience low I to go
I to get Ahead
these hoes
And Impose I got to get my
The streets say nothing
They crooked the idus
And everybody seein
who can get the
Now this out
without a
And to come fresher
And about cab
And that ass
pannic under pressure
My stabbin a whip
Or an aligator
temper going up and like a
a fucking elevator
bitch I want it
Don't me no delay's
My hustlin got me
Listen from my ike turner
Man this life is
No time to be an
And i'll no man
let me
It's like the stress
I want to old
have a kid and a to sleep
A down ass
And when I die rest in peece
But man all a dream
donja got me trippin
It got me bleak
But I can't remember what I did last
Now look at my
This ain't fake
The pain to to pressure
nigga that know me
Don't cop down to that
My mother me up
One day said "boy you grown"
momma has 3 jobs
Your momma is gettin
So I it as a hint
When ohh my missions
full of hatred
got me fuckers is hard you see
monkeys on my back
And I get him off
So I do
Mom it's for you
No matter the cost
I put that on my
Everything I see is
is rare
But I don't
that niggaz heart
He's comin on a big
I'm on a tractor
Man take hate
too late
It's called th stress
Some that i'm the man
Some think my shit don't
But yes it do
I thought you
I'm not a nor a fink
One of my heart got love
The other is hate
Boy hate is steamin love
Right in it's fuckin
Women ask me how i'm
I tell day by day
With a donja
That voice
A mr. gay
And I got to get
just might do some good
But every i get away
I miss the fuckin
My homie his job
He don't how to react
So I do thangs to him out
Like to a little
That shit's rated
Complicated
But you woulod never
From that cat
How the pictures
Motherfuckers
And think I don't them
And why i'm over high
And go near them
But love to all my
from workin to mid
Cause matter you feel
Cause it's the stress factor