Luyện nghe bài hát Under Pressure

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

One of these days I'll, learn, don't fuck trick-ass niggaz
'Cause they, turn, into niggaz
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, 'til I die
You wonder why I'm this way
I wasn't, turned out, I was this way

I'm thinkin', these, are the of a young teen
Scheme, to cream off of crack fiends
One-time hold me
One of these days, we bust back for the homies

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

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

And Big Stretch hit the with the mini-14
Servin' like dope fiends
the whole thing
Under pressure nigga, haha, that's

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

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

And I never fell, I stand too tall
I'm just a thug who was born to brawl
Givin' my all, so niggaz wanna it to me
So I'ma sell my cocaine, and lay ass down G

Uhh, under
Yeah, look 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' over gold teeth
Am I sick, I'm addicted to gettin' splifted
Watchin' stupid-ass tricks get

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

Time's passin', will I here another 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 pressure

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

the pressure's on, it's a hit
Ski mask, extra gats, bring the
Don't 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
They silent, 'cause talk is cheap
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