Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

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

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
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 fuckin with
But its, sad to see the mad at me
Cause I went from nore to your
The same niggas I gruff'd wit and threw up with
And the same motherfuckers that I grew up
Had free lunch with, played with
Now-a-days they like papi on frontin shit
noreaga, now I'm melvin flynt
Yo the hustler, I ain't a player, I'm a hustler
(damn) niggas that'll love ya, and touch ya
Yo drastic, hit you with the glock plastic
What, run you over with the
N-o-r-e, rhymes professionaly
boy, ? dunn gone dead? wanna run with me
Every you throw will get intercepted
International thug, you're domestic
I drink shmirnoff, infected. it's like...

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

I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes weight a yeah-yeah!
3x*

[ice
I heard you stopped, rap ho
You niggas duck from the
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 nigga got them zig-zags
And our mags got you wearin shit bags
For life, we could do life or do it right
Tonight, nigga, we can earn and blast mics
about the steppin off
A motherfucker never been the underboss
Always I blaze in hallways, all
You bitches ain't but frugas'
Yeah-yeah, you better ask me - poppa doc
And ask every freak you know: who got the
So blaze one for the nation, I take vacation, conversation
Give irritation, cause I don't rap about the nation
Get the catalogue, I dogs, and we'll see, only the strong will

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

[gilly the
Yo, a shame though, lil' niggas messin up the game, yo
Heard me spit and all a sudden got the flow (gilly rule!)
I die in the streets how the game go
I'ma tell you one more time, now let chain go
I shoot to kill, you but you aim low
A ground shooter, me surrounded by
Pretty women, gorgeous feet, with round
You was to fail, gonna die around losers
niggas get scared straight
But rich niggas cop a benz 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 that won't break
You niggas start snitchin at your day
So on that note, 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
Went to jail, got a 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 fake diamonds, fake
And if you got less than nine and a half, you fake
Name trio thats fuckin with us rhymin
Gil, cube, and
A whole different