Luyện nghe bài hát Under Pressure

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

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

blunts in the driveway, my fo'-five
Screamin', "Fuck the police" we fly away, thug '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 cream off of fiends
One-time can't me
One of days, we gotta bust back for the homies

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

Right before I die I'll be the law
Reincarnated bitch, worse than befo'
My screamin' payback
My underhanded plan to get them niggaz while they laid

And Big Stretch hit the scene with the
suckers like dope fiends
Empty the whole
Under pressure nigga, haha, right

Never run, your gun in the air, oh yeah
bust ain't no time to spare
'Cause the ruckus motherfucker and we shit up
And with the stainless steel ribbon boy we shit up

Flash 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 kid my name rings bells

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

Uhh, pressure
Yeah, look though

Runnin' wild, I smiled as a juvenile
Even now I keep a frown I come around
ask me 'bout the past, it was all bad
Shots blasted, I last in the wrong path

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

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

Time's passin', will I last here day
I put my gun away and my AK
It's 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, extra gats, the clips
Don't nobody move we walk the streets
They stay silent, 'cause talk is

When the pressure's on, a hit
Ski mask, extra gats, the clips
nobody move when we walk the streets
They stay silent, 'cause is cheap

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