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Översättning: The Blood Brothers. Under Pressure.
the night And love dares you to change our ways of Caring about ourselves This is our last dance This is our last dance This is ourselves Under pressure Under pressure
playin' I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure
night the fiend's dance on Grease with John Travolta One got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his mouth The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guiness Stout Brother brother
Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces I been on more red carpets than Ryan Seacrest Don't cross me cause my friend I'm no Jesus I don't turn cheecks or draw blood
s just that simple You better come with your best gun Niggas be holdin', it's all war, no fun Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now My squads
That term's done fucka, what up whatever You bird's is food I'm about to pluck some feathers, I'm young and clever, Plus, clutch under pressure, yup!
just can't let it go, it's in my blood stream So when I flow, I gotta do my thug thing For the hood the under privileged and oppressed Young niggaz get
with me The fire in the eye could never be held back, (its the same) Pressure that made the liberty bell crack, (its the same) Pressure that made my brother
s successor That term's done fucker, what up whatever You birds is food, I'm about to pluck some feathers I'm young and clever, plus clutch under pressure
can't let it go It's in my blood stream (Yeah) So when I flow, I gotta do my thug thing For the hood the under privileged and oppressed Young nigga get
years Blazed out sheddin' tattoo tears We don't shed tears, we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? Huh? What? We don't shed tears, we shed blood
my chest I guess I smoke too much sess Makin' a nigga mo' slow off the doe in Olympian bubblin' under who Where's the crew thick mist in the trail I'm feelin' pressure
guess what I'm about to do? Guess what I'm 'bout to do?! I'm 'bout to catch you out there. . . and chopyourmotherphukkinheadoff!!!" Who's the jester? Under pressure
plastic I weep and dream of the days when I once was free The cleanest cumulus polluted and looted to fuel someone's greed Leaks your blood, sweat, and
