Luyện nghe bài hát Push It

Killah, Dip Set, Jim Jones,
Lil weezy in the house
Cash money, bitch, it changed since eighty-eight, nope
Get on the corner and push something, Dip Set,

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

You don't know what it's up on that Peter Pan
Paranoia, damn, damn, but we the man
to jam, call us if you need a hand
Call us if you some grams, Jim Jones, Cesar Cam

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You'll get sprayed and
With K's and Cal's, devoured
ring, bang bang, you hit, he hit
Have your put up a bouquet of flowers