Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin

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

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

Well it's the king of the hover and the sergeant of snow (Snow)
call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know)
I'm the boss of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf)
Other holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough
been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire)
Before hid it in the gas tank or the tire (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 that was doin' it in nine-three
On the Interstate in a car you can find me
is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey)
Chopper beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me)
I did the city plus I played it out of state
Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of
Try to knock me but it only made me bigger
Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta on pushin'

on pushin'
Keep on
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Keep on pushin'

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

I'm on the corner sun up to sun down
gettin' 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 partner Rob in and in the Benz
And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is,
I got an ounce about to cut it stones
stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones
I'm a little on his hustle bout 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 me nine
A bowl and the whoop so throwed
I cooked it for nine I stretched it for nine more
Whoa, I'm that bakin' with holes in his door
Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, 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
niggaz do real things nigga you already know nigga
C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot (AYE, AYE, AYE)

One day you're here, the next day you're (WHAT?)
Cuz nigga set you up on the phone (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)
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)
Mind on my money, but I swear this shit dough (HAHA)
Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box
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 nigga yea she that shit
Hey, I hustle harder, I smarter (AYE)
left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA)
I'm so of my time, ahead of my grind
Look at snowman bitch, a must that I shine (YEAAAA)
See my watch is like, damn, my ears beggin' for (AYE)
A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to
You actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin'
I'mma do the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE)

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