Luyện nghe bài hát Push It

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

Yo baby yo, hey, you, yes give me a
You better make it fast, I know you 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 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 need grams, Jim Jones, Cesar Cam

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

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

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

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

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

All my cry, all I say is, "My"
When I'm in 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, me and my breeze the dawny
Hard, we live too, like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'Cuz I'm a choosy thug, you get booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty gitty, I want some dookie

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

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

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

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

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