Luyện nghe bài hát Under Pressure

pressure, yeah, baby
The on, Thug Life
When on, it's on

One of these days I'll, learn, don't fuck with trick-ass
'Cause they, turn, bitch-ass niggaz
I'm sick of stuck in the county jail
My niggaz clown, a pound when they postin' bail

Smokin' blunts in the driveway, my
Screamin', "Fuck the police" we fly away, thug 'til I die
You why I'm made this way
I wasn't, turned out, I was this way

I'm thinkin', these, are the dreams of a teen
Scheme, to stack cream off of fiends
One-time hold me
One of these days, we gotta back for the homies

Locked down in the
I'll, probably my mind if the pig sentence me
I'm, stressed, weed, and nicotine
But what a nigga need, is Thorazine

before I die I'll be cursin' the law
Reincarnated bitch, even worse than
My fo'-fo' payback
My underhanded plan to get them niggaz while they laid

And Big Stretch hit the with the mini-14
Servin' suckers like dope
the whole thing
Under nigga, haha, that's right

run, throw your gun in the air, oh yeah
Nigga bust ain't no time to
'Cause the ruckus motherfucker and we fuck up
And with the stainless steel ribbon boy we shit up

Flash blast a nigga with the quickness
Cock the four pound motherfucker I spit this and rip this
Damn, my is in the depths of hell
But I'm walking on the street kid my name rings bells

And I fell, nigga I stand too tall
I'm just a thug motherfucker who was to brawl
Givin' my all, so niggaz wanna it to me
So I'ma sell my cocaine, and lay they ass G

Uhh, under
Yeah, look though

Runnin' wild, I never as a juvenile
Even now I a frown when I come around
Don't ask me the past, it was all bad
Shots blasted, will I last in the path

In the is where my heart saw the most grief
Motherfuckers is shanked over gold teeth
Am I sick, I'm addicted to gettin' splifted
Watchin' tricks get lifted

Nothing's changed, 'cause in the game it's a aim
Fuck friends 'cause in the them niggaz change
weed, and stuff G's in my sock G
Car keys and Hennessy, where the be?

Time's passin', will I here another day
I put my gun away and my AK
gettin' hectic, I can't call it
House full of alcoholics, now a under pressure

Yeah, right
Under nigga
A nigga's under

When the pressure's on, a hit
Ski mask, gats, bring the clips
Don't nobody move we walk the streets
They silent, 'cause talk is cheap

When the on, it's a hit
Ski mask, gats, bring the clips
Don't move when we walk the streets
They silent, 'cause talk is cheap

When the on, it's a hit
Ski mask, gats, bring the clips
Don't move when we walk the streets
They stay silent, talk is cheap
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