Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin

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

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

Well it's the king of the hover and the sergeant of snow (Snow)
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass know (Know)
I'm the boss of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf)
Other cats holdin' some weight but they holdin' enough
I've been around way before the was on fire (Fire)
Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire)
Before a motherfucker even knew about a 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 rental car you can me
is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey)
Chopper right beside in case a try to jerk me (Jerk me)
I did the city thing plus I it out of state
way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight
Try to knock me but it only made me bigger
Haters wanna see me fall but a gotta keep on pushin'

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

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

I'm on the corner 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 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 into
Next 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 week by, and a nigga took that dry
Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me
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
niggaz sellin' that ether 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 already know, 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 niggaz on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN)
G.A. niggaz you know already
Real niggaz do real nigga you already know nigga
C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot (AYE, AYE, AYE)

One day here, the next day you're 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 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, by the back 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 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 smarter (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 bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA)
See my watch is like, damn, my beggin' for attention (AYE)
A quarter mill around my neck, in 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
Keep on
on pushin'
Keep on
Keep on pushin'
on pushin'
Keep on
got to keep on pushin'
Keep on pushin'
on pushin'
Keep on
Keep on
Keep on pushin'