Luyện nghe bài hát Push It

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

Yo yo, hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like on my wrist
Now y'all know me from that where we move them rocks
You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get 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 a hand
us if you need some grams, Jim Jones, Cesar Cam

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

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

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

that, baby girl, hey, let's get some bub
Love, love, don't rub, we fittin' to hit the
Yeah, they dance, but a lap dance 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 it, push it good
it, push it real good

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

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

I'm like hey baby hey, no games to be play
It's money out there, yeah, it's a to be made
I'm a baby hey, I'm screamin, "Pimp pimp hooray"
Scream it with me, okay, now hit the and get paid, hey

Odd money's hard money, even cheatin' money
Slow no money, and no money's a beatin', honey
it good, push it fast, push it right
If a nigga push that ass, push it back, 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 with the
With a team that's straight from
That man that loses, face the music, still get like Regis

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

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