Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

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

Ay-yo, iraq, shit, yo I own that
With-a, lord like the rest of the clan
My man karate kai, he still in the can
this, go to u.i. like the rest of the fam
These little niggas growin up, 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 niggas that I gruff'd wit and up with
And the same that I grew up with
Had free with, played stickball with
Now-a-days like papi on some frontin shit
Fuck noreaga, now I'm melvin
Yo the hustler, I a player, I'm just a hustler
(damn) niggas that'll love ya, and straight ya
Yo it's drastic, hit you with the glock
What, run you over the van-tastic
N-o-r-e, rhymes professionaly
Your boy, ? gone dead? wanna run with me
Every you throw will get intercepted
thug, you're just domestic
I drink shmirnoff, infected. it's like...

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

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 city (be-atch)
Got you motherfuckers lookin shitty (be-atch)
See that nigga got them zig-zags
And our mags got you fags shit bags
For life, nigga we could do or do it right
Tonight, nigga, we can earn and blast mics
Talk about the off
A ain't never been the underboss
Always I in hallways, all days
You ain't nothin but frugas'
Yeah-yeah, you better ask me - poppa doc
And ask every you know: who got the cock?
So blaze one for the nation, I take vacation, conversation
Give irritation, cause I don't rap about the nation
Get the catalogue, I battle dogs, and we'll see, only the will

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

[gilly the
Yo, it's a shame though, lil' messin up the game, yo
Heard me spit and all a sudden got the same (gilly rule!)
I die in the streets 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 surrounded by
Pretty women, feet, with round hooters
You was born to fail, gonna die losers
niggas get scared straight
But rich niggas cop a ninety-nine september of ninety-eight
I ran up on you clowns with a nine on the
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 snitchin at day upstate
So on that note, when you come home, I'm pop you with the
At both of kneecaps, where your weave be at (damn)
You sissy, on the streets, you was real pretty
Went to jail, got a to tell, now you biggie?
See I'm the sure shots, you cats is the
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