Luyện nghe bài hát Push It

Killah, Dip Set, Jim Jones,
Lil weezy in the house
Cash money, bitch, it ain't changed since eighty-eight,
Get on the and push something, Dip Set, Killah

Yo baby yo, hey, you, yes give me a
You make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
Now y'all me from that block where we move them rocks
You better make it fast, watch ass, or get pursued by cops

You know what it's like up on that Peter Pan
Paranoia, damn, damn, but we the man
Proceed to jam, call us if you need a
Call us if you need some grams, Jim Jones, Cam

Every man, Killah, keep it seasoned, fam
Call me a dobo papo, believe it, man
Now what's the chain, why's that because I need
Satisfy my need, drinkin' sizzurp, now bitch, just roll my

Now push it, it good
Push it, it real good
Ooh baby baby, ooh baby
Ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby, get up on

D I P S E T, that crew
You know the rules, follow codes, 'cuz that's how move
Get your mayo, sell that yayo, strip clubs make it
These thugs play the game, get bucks, that cane

After that, girl, hey, let's get some bub
Love, love, don't rub, we to hit the club
Yeah, they dance, but a lap they want a dub
You don't know nan, ask Trick, they a thug

Bam bam, jam jam, and a
Ha ha, so tan in the tan
Ra ra, na na, ha ha, la la
Mama, I keep blam blam

Now push it, it good
it, push it real good

All my cry, all I say is, "My"
When I'm in them thighs, all you is, "Aye"
Why, why, "Aye" stop this, this, "Aye"
My a rocket cock over so I can pop it, "Aye"

You fake old G's are corny, wack me and my the dawny
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Crew, me so horny
'Cuz I'm a choosy thug, you get booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty, I want some dookie love

I'm like hey baby hey, ain't no to be play
It's out there, yeah, it's a gang to be made
I'm a pimp baby hey, I'm screamin, "Pimp hooray"
it with me, okay, now hit the strip and get paid, hey

Odd money's hard money, money's cheatin' money
Slow money's no money, and no money's a beatin',
Push it good, push it fast, push it
If a push that ass, push it back, push it twice, but push it

Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, yo, O's I and feed it
To the fiends with the lean, in the beam the cream
With a that's straight from Phoenix
That man that loses, the music, still get cake like Regis

Hey Ma, J.R., you know I had to make the remix
See I it cook it, push and cook it, push to cook it
And roll with cooks crooked
Old G's who look and it

get sprayed and showered
With K's and Cal's, devoured
Shots ring, bang, you hit, he hit
your block put up a bouquet of flowers