Luyện nghe bài hát Under Pressure

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

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

Smokin' in the driveway, my fo'-five
Screamin', "Fuck the police" when we fly away, 'til I die
You wonder why I'm made way
I wasn't, turned out, I was raised way

I'm thinkin', these, are the of a young teen
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 lose my if the pig sentence me
I'm, stressed, smokin' weed, and
But what a really need, is Thorazine

Right I die I'll be cursin' the law
Reincarnated bitch, even than befo'
My fo'-fo' screamin'
My underhanded to get them niggaz while they laid back

And Big hit the scene with the mini-14
Servin' suckers like dope
Empty the whole
Under pressure nigga, haha, that's

run, throw your gun in the air, oh yeah
Nigga bust no time to spare
'Cause the ruckus motherfucker and we shit up
And with the stainless steel ribbon boy we shit up

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

And I never fell, nigga I stand too
I'm just a thug motherfucker who was born to
Givin' my all, so wanna bring it to me
So I'ma my cocaine, and lay they ass down G

Uhh, pressure
Yeah, look here

Runnin' wild, I never as a juvenile
Even now I keep a frown when I around
ask me 'bout the past, it was all bad
Shots blasted, will I in the wrong path

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

changed, 'cause in the game it's a steady aim
Fuck 'cause in the danger them niggaz change
Puff weed, and G's in my sock G
Car keys and Hennessy, the glock be?

Time's passin', will I here another day
I put my gun away and my AK
It's gettin' hectic, I call it
full of alcoholics, now a nigga's under pressure

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