Luyện nghe bài hát Under Pressure

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

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

blunts 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, out, I was raised this way

I'm thinkin', these, are the dreams of a young
Scheme, to stack cream off of crack
One-time can't me
One of these days, we bust back for the homies

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

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

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

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

Flash then a nigga with the quickness
Cock the four motherfucker when I spit 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 to brawl
my all, so niggaz wanna bring it to me
So sell my cocaine, and lay they ass down G

Uhh, pressure
Yeah, here though

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

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

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

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

Yeah, right
pressure nigga
A nigga's under

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

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

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