Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin

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

Keep on
Keep on
Keep on
on pushin'
Keep on
Keep on
I've got to 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 yo ass ain't know (Know)
I'm the boss baller of blow when you to the Gulf (Gulf)
Other cats holdin' weight but they ain't holdin' enough
I've been way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire)
Before they hid it in the gas tank or the (Tire)
Before a motherfucker even knew a stash box
We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and out (For real)
Now ask a nigga was doin' it in nine-three
On the Interstate in a car you can find me
Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday (Turkey)
Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to me (Jerk me)
I did the city thing plus I it out of state
Either way a was known for havin' a lot of weight
Try to knock me down but it only made me
Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta on pushin'

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

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

I'm on the from sun up to sun down
Competition hectic, I'm headed for out of town
What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz for ten
So I'm bout to it to drastic measurements for my ends
My partner Rob in and in the Benz
And me I'm in a but fuck 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 bout to rise
I was cuttin' and I was only payin' five
A week went by, and a nigga took dry
Back to H-Town, re-up about to score me nine
A Pyrex bowl and the so throwed
I cooked it for then I stretched it for nine more
Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' holes in his door
Crummy niggaz sellin' that but fuck it, shit sold

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

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

Keep on
on pushin'
Keep on
on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
Keep on
on pushin'
I've got to on pushin'
Keep keep on
on pushin'
Keep on
on pushin'
Keep on pushin'