Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

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

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

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

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

[ice
I heard you stopped, rap ho
You niggas duck from the
I'm pushin weight a fat sew
fab, I'm in the city again (be-atch)
Got you motherfuckers lookin shitty (be-atch)
See that nigga got them zig-zags
And our got you fags wearin shit bags
For life, we could do life or do it right
Tonight, nigga, we can stripes and blast mics
about the steppin off
A motherfucker ain't never been the
Always I in hallways, all days
You bitches ain't nothin but
Yeah-yeah, you better ask about me - doc
And ask every freak you know: who got the
So one for the nation, I take vacation, offa conversation
Give irritation, cause I don't rap about the nation
Get the catalogue, I battle dogs, and see, only the strong will

Fuck the and the vibe (fuck em)
We ride, we drive-by
We westside, realize, we alive
So you can get beef,
Double-double say cheese, butt please

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