Luyện nghe bài hát Under Pressure

Under pressure, yeah,
The pressure's on, Life
it's on, it's on

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

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

I'm thinkin', these, are the dreams of a young
Scheme, to stack off of crack fiends
can't hold me
One of these days, we gotta bust 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 really need, is

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

And Big Stretch hit the scene with the
Servin' suckers dope fiends
Empty the thing
Under pressure nigga, haha, right

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

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

And I never fell, nigga I too tall
I'm a thug motherfucker who was born to brawl
Givin' my all, so niggaz bring it to me
So sell my cocaine, and lay they ass down G

Uhh, under
Yeah, here though

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

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

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

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

Yeah, right
Under pressure
A nigga's under

When the on, it's a hit
Ski mask, gats, bring the clips
nobody move when we walk the streets
They silent, 'cause talk is cheap

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

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