Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin

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

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

Well the king 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 you come to the Gulf (Gulf)
Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin'
been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire)
Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire)
Before a even knew about a stash box
We just put work in the of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real)
Now ask a that 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 in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me)
I did the city thing I played it out of state
Either way a was known for havin' a lot of weight
Try to knock me down but it only me bigger
Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga keep on pushin'

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

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

I'm on the corner from sun up to sun
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 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
stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones
I'm a little nigga on his hustle to rise
I was seventeen and I was only payin' five
A went by, and a nigga took that dry
Back to H-Town, with re-up about to me nine
A bowl and the whoop so throwed
I cooked it for nine I stretched it for nine more
Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' holes in his door
Crummy sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold

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

One day you're here, the next day gone (WHAT?)
Cuz nigga 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)
Whether it's bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA)
Move 'em one at a time, I'll 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 shit dough (HAHA)
in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring
Got the box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA)
You know I a down ass bitch to dry that shit
Look, I-T a yea she ride that shit
Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle (AYE)
Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a (HAHA)
I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my
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 motherfucker keep
I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep (AYYEEE)

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