Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin

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

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

Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of (Snow)
They me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know)
I'm the boss baller of when you come to the Gulf (Gulf)
Other cats holdin' some weight but they holdin' enough
I've been around way the Interstate was on fire (Fire)
they hid it in the gas tank or the tire (Tire)
Before a motherfucker even knew about a box
We just put in the back 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 plus I played 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 nigga gotta keep on

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 keep on

I'm on the from sun up to sun down
Competition hectic, I'm headed for out of town
I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten
So I'm bout to take it to drastic for my ends
My Rob in seventeen and in the Benz
And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is,
I got an ounce to cut it into stones
Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I it in the Lones
I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was payin' five
A week went by, and a took that dry
Back to H-Town, re-up about to score me nine
A Pyrex bowl and the so throwed
I it for nine then I stretched it for nine more
Whoa, I'm nigga bakin' with holes in his door
Crummy niggaz 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 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 niggaz keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN)
G.A. you know they already
Real niggaz do real things nigga you know nigga
C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot (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 me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA)
Whether it's sixteen 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 back (AYE)
Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack (HAHA)
in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring
Got the box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA)
You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that
Look, I-T a yea she ride that shit
Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle (AYE)
Just left the magnum lot to whip me up a charter (HAHA)
I'm so ahead of my time, of my grind
Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I (YEAAAA)
See my is like, damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE)
A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to
You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep
I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga pushin' (AYYEEE)

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