Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

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

Ay-yo, iraq, shit, yo I own land
With-a, lord amiya like the rest of the
My man karate kai, he like in the can
Bless this, go to u.i. like the of the fam
These little growin up, straight diggin 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 from nore to majesty
The niggas that I gruff'd wit and threw up with
And the same motherfuckers that I up with
Had free lunch with, stickball with
Now-a-days they like on some frontin shit
Fuck noreaga, now I'm flynt
Yo the hustler, I ain't a player, I'm a hustler
(damn) niggas love ya, and straight touch ya
Yo it's drastic, hit you with the glock
What, run you with the van-tastic
N-o-r-e, spit rhymes
Your boy, ? dunn gone dead? run with me
Every pass you throw get intercepted
International thug, you're domestic
I shmirnoff, alcohol infected. it's like...

Chorus: ice 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 niggas duck the schrapnel
I'm pushin weight a fat sew
Ghetto fab, I'm in the city (be-atch)
Got you motherfuckers lookin again (be-atch)
See that noreaga got them zig-zags
And our mags got you fags shit bags
For life, we could do life or do it right
Tonight, nigga, we can earn stripes and blast
about the steppin off
A motherfucker ain't been the underboss
I blaze in hallways, all days
You bitches ain't but frugas'
Yeah-yeah, you ask about me - poppa doc
And ask every freak you who got the cock?
So one for the nation, I take vacation, offa conversation
Give niggas irritation, I don't rap about the nation
Get the catalogue, I battle dogs, and we'll see, the strong will

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

[gilly the
Yo, it's a though, lil' niggas 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
I'ma you one more time, now let your chain go
I shoot to kill, you but you aim low
A ground shooter, me by troopers
women, gorgeous feet, with round hooters
You was to fail, gonna die around losers
niggas get scared straight
But rich niggas cop a ninety-nine september of ninety-eight
I ran up on you clowns a nine on the waist
Run in your face, blot in your space, findin your
See you really are the fake we the cats won't break
You niggas start at your day upstate
So on that note, when you come home, I'm pop you the eight
At both of your kneecaps, where weave be at (damn)
You little sissy, on the streets, you was pretty
Went to jail, got a to tell, now you biggie?
See I'm the sure shots, you cats is the
I'm the thing and you niggas is frugasis
Crazy diamonds, fake shinin
And if you got less nine and a half, you fake grindin
other trio thats fuckin with us rhymin
Gil, cube, and
A different story