Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin

Say man I don't give a fuck about the
D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or local neighborhood robbers
Baby I got to keep on

Keep on
on pushin'
Keep on
on pushin'
Keep on
Keep on
got to keep on pushin'
Keep on

Well it's the of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow)
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't (Know)
I'm the boss baller of blow when you to the Gulf (Gulf)
Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't enough
I've around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire)
Before hid it in the gas tank or the tire (Tire)
Before a motherfucker knew about a stash box
We just put in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real)
Now ask a that was doin' it in nine-three
On the Interstate in a rental car you can me
Suitcase is stuffed like a turkey (Turkey)
right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me)
I did the city thing plus I played it out of
way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight
Try to knock me down but it made me bigger
Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga keep on pushin'

on pushin'
Keep on
Keep on
on pushin'
Keep keep on

I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I you
I've got to on pushin'

I'm on the from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of
What I was, sellin' for twenty, sellin' for ten
So I'm to take it to drastic measurements for my ends
My Rob in seventeen and in the Benz
And me I'm in a bucket but it, that's how it is, shit
I got an ounce about to cut it stones
Next Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones
I'm a little nigga on his hustle to rise
I was cuttin' and I was only payin' five
A week by, and a nigga took that dry
Back to H-Town, with re-up to score me nine
A bowl and the whoop so throwed
I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine
Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his
Crummy niggaz sellin' that but fuck it, shit sold

Ay, no matter how it get you know I'mma
Real talk, real niggaz do things you know they (CHEEAAA)
You know, free Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA)
U.G.K. for life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. nigga (CHEAA)
You know them Houston niggaz you know they keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN)
G.A. you know they already
Real niggaz do things nigga you already know nigga
C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot (AYE, AYE, AYE)

One day you're here, the next day gone (WHAT?)
Cuz some set you up on the phone (DAMN)
Shit, I it how I go, I'm in a league of my own
You ain't front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA)
it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA)
Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen (LET'S GET IT)
I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back (AYE)
on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA)
Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box
Got the stash box in the back of the (CHEA)
You know I keep a ass bitch to dry that shit
Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride shit
Hey, I harder, I hustle smarter (AYE)
Just the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA)
I'm so of my time, ahead of my grind
at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA)
See my watch is like, damn, my beggin' for attention (AYE)
A quarter around my neck, in case I forgot to mention
You niggaz actin' hoes so motherfucker keep gushin'
do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE)

Keep on
Keep on
Keep on
on pushin'
Keep keep on
on pushin'
Keep on
got to keep on pushin'
Keep keep on
Keep on
Keep on
on pushin'
Keep on pushin'