Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

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

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

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

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

[ice
I you stopped, can't rap ho
You duck from the schrapnel
I'm pushin like a fat sew
Ghetto fab, I'm in the again (be-atch)
Got you motherfuckers shitty again (be-atch)
See that noreaga got them zig-zags
And our mags got you fags wearin shit
For life, we could do life or do it right
Tonight, nigga, we can earn stripes and mics
Talk the steppin off
A ain't never been the underboss
Always I blaze in hallways, all
You bitches ain't nothin but
Yeah-yeah, you better ask me - poppa doc
And ask every freak you know: who got the
So blaze one for the nation, I vacation, offa conversation
Give niggas irritation, cause I don't rap about the
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,
Double-double say cheese, naked please

[gilly the
Yo, it's a shame though, lil' messin up the game, yo
Heard me and all a sudden 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 shooter, me surrounded by troopers
Pretty women, gorgeous feet, with round
You was born to fail, gonna die losers
Bitch get scared straight
But rich niggas cop a ninety-nine benz september of
I ran up on you with a nine on the waist
Run in your face, blot in your space, findin your
See you really are the we the cats that won't break
You niggas start at your day upstate
So on that note, when you come home, I'm pop you with the
At both of your kneecaps, 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 shots, you cats is the maybes
I'm the real thing and you is frugasis
Crazy diamonds, fake shinin
And if you got than nine and a half, you fake grindin
Name other trio thats fuckin us rhymin
Gil, cube, and
A whole different