Luyện nghe bài hát Under Pressure

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

One of these days I'll, learn, fuck with trick-ass niggaz
'Cause they, turn, into 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" when we fly away, thug I die
You wonder why I'm this way
I wasn't, out, I was raised this 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 back for the

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

Right I die I'll be cursin' the law
bitch, even worse than befo'
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 fiends
Empty the whole
pressure nigga, haha, that's right

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

Flash blast a nigga with the quickness
Cock the four pound motherfucker when I spit this and rip
Damn, my mind is in the depths of
But when I'm 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
Givin' my all, so wanna bring it to me
So sell my cocaine, and lay they ass down G

Uhh, under
Yeah, here though

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

changed, 'cause in the game it's a steady 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 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 under pressure

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

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

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