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 and push something, Dip Set, Killah

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

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

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

Now it, push it good
it, push 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, that's how gangstas move
Get mayo, sell that yayo, strip clubs make it rain
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 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 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" stop this, 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, 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 gitty, I want some love

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

Odd money's hard money, even cheatin' money
Slow money's no money, and no a beatin', honey
Push it good, it fast, push 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 with the cream
With a team straight from Phoenix
That man that loses, the music, still get cake like Regis

Hey Ma, it's J.R., you I had to make the remix
See I push it cook it, push and cook it, 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, toupee
Shots ring, bang, you hit, he hit
your block put up a bouquet of flowers