Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

[clark
What if I get that nigga ice to do another joint?
With my nigga noreaga this (thugged out)
And my nigga philly lil' gil?
Niggas don't know what the fuck's happen next
Y'all niggas might just 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 the two, now they fuckin with five
But its, sad to see the mad at me
Cause I went nore to your majesty
The same that I gruff'd wit and threw up with
And the same motherfuckers that I up with
Had free lunch with, played stickball
they like papi on some frontin shit
Fuck noreaga, now I'm flynt
Yo the hustler, I ain't a player, I'm just a
(damn) that'll love ya, and straight touch ya
Yo it's drastic, hit you the glock plastic
What, run you over the van-tastic
N-o-r-e, rhymes professionaly
Your boy, ? dunn gone dead? run with me
Every pass you throw get intercepted
thug, you're just domestic
I drink shmirnoff, alcohol infected. like...

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

Cube: I push rhymes like
I push like 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 shitty again (be-atch)
See that nigga noreaga got zig-zags
And our mags got you fags wearin shit
For life, nigga we could do or do it right
Tonight, nigga, we can stripes and blast mics
Talk about the 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 blaze one for the nation, I take vacation, offa
Give niggas irritation, I don't rap about the nation
Get the catalogue, I battle dogs, and we'll see, only the will

Fuck the and the vibe (fuck em)
We don't ride, we
We westside, realize, we alive
So you can get beef,
say cheese, butt naked 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
tell you one more time, now let your chain go
I to kill, you blast 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 benz september of ninety-eight
I ran up on you with a nine on the waist
Run in face, blot in your space, findin your safe
See you are the fake we the cats that won't break
You niggas start snitchin at your day
So on that note, when you home, I'm pop you with the eight
At both of your kneecaps, your weave be at (damn)
You sissy, on the streets, you was real pretty
Went to jail, got a story to tell, now you
See I'm the sure shots, you is the maybes
I'm the real thing and you is frugasis
Crazy fake diamonds, shinin
And if you got less than and a half, you fake grindin
Name other trio thats with us rhymin
Gil, cube, and
A whole story