Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

[clark
What if I get that nigga ice to do another joint?
With my nigga noreaga time (thugged out)
And my from philly lil' gil?
Niggas don't what the fuck's gon' happen next
Y'all niggas might just problems, these niggas bout to shit

Ay-yo, iraq, shit, yo I own that
With-a, lord amiya like the of the clan
My man kai, he like still in the can
Bless this, go to u.i. the rest of the fam
These little niggas growin up, straight they lives
Ain't really fuckin with the two, now they fuckin with
But its, sad to see the mad at me
Cause I went nore to your majesty
The niggas that I gruff'd wit and threw up with
And the motherfuckers that I grew up with
Had free lunch with, stickball with
Now-a-days they papi on some frontin shit
Fuck noreaga, now I'm flynt
Yo the hustler, I ain't a player, I'm just a
(damn) niggas that'll love ya, and touch ya
Yo it's drastic, hit you with the plastic
What, run you over the van-tastic
N-o-r-e, spit professionaly
Your boy, ? gone dead? wanna run with me
Every pass you throw get intercepted
International thug, you're just
I drink shmirnoff, alcohol infected. like...

Chorus: ice cube and
[noreaga: 'what in background continuously]

Cube: I rhymes like weight
I rhymes like weight a yeah-yeah!
3x*

[ice
I you stopped, can't rap ho
You niggas duck the schrapnel
I'm weight like a fat sew
Ghetto fab, I'm in the city (be-atch)
Got you motherfuckers shitty again (be-atch)
See that nigga noreaga got zig-zags
And our mags got you fags wearin bags
For life, nigga we could do life or do it
Tonight, nigga, we can earn stripes and blast
Talk the steppin off
A motherfucker never been the underboss
Always I in hallways, all days
You bitches nothin but frugas'
Yeah-yeah, you better ask me - poppa doc
And ask every freak you who got the cock?
So blaze one for the nation, I vacation, offa conversation
Give niggas irritation, cause I don't rap the nation
Get the catalogue, I battle dogs, and see, only the strong will

Fuck the and the vibe (fuck em)
We don't ride, we
We westside, nigga realize, we
So you can get beef,
say cheese, butt naked please

[gilly the
Yo, it's a shame though, lil' niggas up the game, yo
Heard me spit and all a got the same flow (gilly rule!)
I die in the thats how the game go
tell you one more time, now let your chain go
I shoot to kill, you but you aim low
A ground shooter, me by troopers
Pretty women, gorgeous feet, with hooters
You was born to fail, gonna die losers
Bitch niggas get straight
But niggas cop a ninety-nine benz september of ninety-eight
I ran up on you clowns with a on the waist
Run in your face, blot in your space, your safe
See you really are the fake we the cats that won't
You niggas snitchin at your day upstate
So on note, when you come home, I'm pop you with the eight
At both of kneecaps, where your weave be at (damn)
You little sissy, on the streets, you was pretty
to jail, got a story to tell, now you biggie?
See I'm the sure shots, you cats is the
I'm the real thing and you niggas is
fake diamonds, fake shinin
And if you got less than nine and a half, you grindin
Name other trio thats fuckin with us
Gil, cube, and
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