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

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

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

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

And Big Stretch hit the scene the mini-14
Servin' suckers like dope
Empty the thing
Under pressure nigga, haha, right

run, throw your gun in the air, oh yeah
Nigga bust ain't no time to
'Cause the ruckus motherfucker and we fuck up
And with the stainless steel ribbon boy we shit up

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

And I never fell, I stand too tall
I'm just a thug who was born to brawl
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 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 last in the path

In the is where my heart saw the most grief
is gettin' shanked over gold teeth
Am I sick, 'cause I'm addicted to gettin'
Watchin' stupid-ass tricks get

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

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

Yeah, that's
Under pressure
A nigga's under

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

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

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