Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin

Say man I don't a fuck 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
on pushin'
Keep on
on pushin'
Keep on
Keep on
got to keep on pushin'
Keep on

Well it's the king of the trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow)
They call me Mr. Killa in case 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'
I've been around way the Interstate was on fire (Fire)
they hid it in the gas tank 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 nigga was doin' it in nine-three
On the Interstate in a car you can find me
is stuffed like a holiday turkey (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 me down but it only made me bigger
Haters see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin'

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

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

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

Ay, no matter how hard it get you I'mma
Real talk, real niggaz do real things you 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 know they niggaz on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN)
G.A. niggaz you know they
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 some set you up on the phone (DAMN)
Shit, I it how I go, I'm in a league of my own
You ain't gotta front me nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA)
Whether sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA)
Move 'em one at a time, I'll 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 stack dough (HAHA)
Square's in the closet, a hundred in the box spring
Got the box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA)
You I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit
Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride that
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, ahead of my
at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA)
See my watch is like, damn, my ears for attention (AYE)
A quarter mill around my neck, in I forgot to mention
You niggaz actin' hoes so motherfucker keep gushin'
I'mma do what the gangstas do and keep pushin' (AYYEEE)

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