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 neighborhood robbers
I got to keep on pushin'

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on pushin'
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got to keep on pushin'
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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 when you come to the Gulf (Gulf)
cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough
I've been way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire)
they 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 nigga that was doin' it in
On the in a rental car you can find me
Suitcase is stuffed a holiday turkey (Turkey)
right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me)
I did the thing plus I played it out of state
way a nigga 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 keep on pushin'

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

Ay, no matter how hard it get you know
Real talk, real niggaz do real 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 them Houston niggaz you know they niggaz keep on nigga (PUSHIN)
G.A. niggaz you know they
Real 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 some nigga set you up on the (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 sixteen or sixteen bricks (CHEA)
'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT)
I'm in the kitchen the white, choppers by the back door (AYE)
Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack (HAHA)
Square's in the closet, a hundred 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 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 bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA)
See my watch is like, damn, my ears beggin' for (AYE)
A quarter mill around my neck, in I forgot to mention
You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker gushin'
I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep (AYYEEE)

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