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Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Pressure |
| 25 lighters on my dresser, yessir |
| Judge 'em by the way they handle pressure, yessir |
| 25 lighters on my dresser, yessir |
| Judge 'em by the way they… |
| I ain’t wear no braces, got this from my father |
| I ain’t catch no cases, I learned what they taught us |
| I applied the pressure, I applied the pressure |
| [25 lighters on my dresser, yessir |
| Judge 'em by the way they handle pressure, yessir] |
| Beat 'em like they owe me for a fortune |
| Love 'em like we share the same blood |
| I can’t give yo homie not a portion, cuz we just ain’t from the same hood |
| Oh no we ain’t from the same… from the same hood |
| (yeah) |
| Come and gather round this campfire, it’s been a long day of work |
| As we slowly build this empire, don’t forget the shit that come first |
| I’m talking family, know I been traveling, don’t need a referee to blow a |
| whistle |
| I call my mama, she make me the calmest, she know its my destiny to be a victor |
| Lost for like 40 days, complained for like 40 nights |
| All of these actors remind me of Sidney like Poitier |
| This rap shit is Dolemite |
| The cap for the soda types, let’s see what happen by shaking the bottle |
| I led them to pastures but this is what matter |
| I ain’t wear no braces, got this from my father |
| I ain’t catch no cases, I learned what they taught us |
| I applied the pressure, I applied the pressure |
| [25 lighters on my dresser, yessir |
| Judge 'em by the way they handle pressure, yessir] |
| Beat 'em like they owe me for a fortune |
| Love 'em like we share the same blood |
| I can’t give yo homie not a portion, cuz we just ain’t from the same hood |
| (yea, yea, yea) |
| (no no we ain’t from the same… from the same hood) |
| 25 lighters on my dresser, yessir |
| Judge 'em by the way they handle pressure, yessir |
| 25 lighters on my dresser, yessir |
| Judge 'em by the way they handle pressure, yessir |
| …and so we waited |
| Not yet knowing much about the hands of fate |
| We filled our time with light banter |
| Some of us friends of many years, others friends of a few days |
| We talked about our past, our homes |
| We traded stories about what we had heard of the promised landWe wondered, |
| but did not speak of, what was in store for us |