Luyện nghe bài hát Under Pressure

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

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

blunts in the driveway, my fo'-five
Screamin', "Fuck the police" we fly away, thug 'til I die
You why I'm made this 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
One-time hold me
One of these days, we gotta bust for the homies

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

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 while they back

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

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

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

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

Uhh, pressure
Yeah, look here

Runnin' wild, I smiled as a juvenile
Even now I keep a frown when I come
Don't ask me the past, it was all bad
Shots blasted, will I last in the 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
stupid-ass tricks get lifted

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

Time's passin', will I last another day
I put my gun away and my AK
It's hectic, I can't call it
full of alcoholics, now a nigga's under pressure

Yeah, right
Under pressure
A under pressure

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

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

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