Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure

Yea we see you bust a bottle at your little stuntin'
And we by the bar get the fucking up your frontin'

on 'em
We puttin' on 'em
We puttin' on 'em
We pressure on 'em

Okay we see you in your Phantom actin' cocky with your
Yea you ballin' till you see us pullup and none of them bitches

on 'em
We puttin' on 'em
We pressure on 'em
We pressure on 'em

When we do this now tell me why is you competing
When I be that type of nigga that get money I'm sleeping
And when I'm farting and shittin' I cop on the weekend
So my accoundents cop continents when I'm eating for me
Bussa the most dominant, start retreating
the street up, shit be sounding remarkable
When I'm speaking
Huge rechargable batteries, bitch I'm tweaking,
Short circuit electric chair every feature Coly
*HIIIH* Like I'm short for breath in money rushes
Fuck a blunt bitch I'm inhaling muffales(?) and smoke from
I defend my money soldiers I come to punish
Defence mechanism infections, the way that BUSS IS
no fucking around, I'm frontin, Get it?
As for this bread Im like vomit so disgusting with it
my other alias, don't forget it, call me Snow-blower
Blowing bread like its nothing with it

Yea we see you bust a bottle at your table stuntin'
And we comin' by the bar get the fucking up your

on 'em
We pressure on 'em
We pressure on 'em
We pressure on 'em

Okay we see you in your actin' cocky with your misses
Yea you ballin' till you see us pullup and none of them puttin'

on 'em
We pressure on 'em
We pressure on 'em
We puttin' on 'em

Okay, F Baby man I gotta put the pressure on 'em
Young Money the team, we so Devin Hester on 'em
Right up on your lips, got my dick resting on 'em
Soon as they woke up, it came and it on 'em
Swag with no effort on em, quicker than a on 'em
If he got beef me sprinkle salt and pepper on 'em
No Spinderella just plenty metal for any
Semi everything for me and everything for me
Smoking on G13 and everything funny
Specially bitchass niggas, kiss-ass niggas
gang 6 flags niggas, no rollercoaster
Real shit we the bread the hoes hold the toasters
Casanova, I bend their asses over
She say my dick than a sixpack of Cola
Man Im so fly I got
Pressure bust pipes, but Weezy bust

Yea we see you bust a at your little table stuntin'
And we comin' by the bar get the up your frontin'

on 'em
We puttin' on 'em
We pressure on 'em
We puttin' on 'em

Okay we see you in your Phantom actin' cocky with your
Yea you ballin' till you see us pullup and of them bitches puttin'

on 'em
We pressure on 'em
We pressure on 'em
We puttin' on 'em