Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

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

Ay-yo, iraq, shit, yo I own land
With-a, lord amiya the rest of the clan
My man karate kai, he still in the can
Bless this, go to u.i. like the of the fam
These little niggas 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 from to your majesty
The same niggas I gruff'd wit and threw up with
And the same motherfuckers I grew up with
Had free lunch with, played with
Now-a-days they like on some frontin shit
Fuck noreaga, now I'm melvin
Yo the hustler, I a player, I'm just a hustler
(damn) that'll love 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 rhymes
boy, ? dunn gone dead? wanna run with me
Every you throw will get intercepted
thug, you're just domestic
I shmirnoff, alcohol infected. it's like...

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

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

[ice
I heard you stopped, rap ho
You niggas from the schrapnel
I'm weight like a fat sew
Ghetto fab, I'm in the again (be-atch)
Got you motherfuckers lookin shitty (be-atch)
See that nigga noreaga got zig-zags
And our mags got you wearin shit bags
For life, we could do life or do it right
Tonight, nigga, we can stripes and blast mics
Talk the steppin off
A motherfucker never been the underboss
I blaze in hallways, all days
You bitches ain't nothin but
Yeah-yeah, you ask about me - poppa doc
And ask every freak you who got the cock?
So blaze one for the nation, I vacation, offa conversation
Give niggas irritation, cause I rap about the nation
Get the catalogue, I battle dogs, and see, only the strong will

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

[gilly the
Yo, a shame though, lil' niggas messin up the game, yo
me spit 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 ground shooter, me by troopers
Pretty women, gorgeous feet, with round
You was born to fail, gonna die losers
niggas 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 space, findin your safe
See you really are the fake we the cats that break
You niggas start snitchin at your day
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 little sissy, on the streets, you was real
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 with us
Gil, cube, and
A whole story