Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

[clark
What if I get that nigga ice cube to do another
With my nigga noreaga this (thugged out)
And my nigga from philly gil?
Niggas know what the fuck's gon' happen next
Y'all niggas might just have problems, niggas bout to shit

Ay-yo, iraq, shit, yo I own land
With-a, lord amiya like the 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 up, straight diggin they lives
Ain't fuckin with the two, now they fuckin with five
But its, sad to see the mad at me
I went from nore to your majesty
The same niggas that I gruff'd wit and threw up
And the same motherfuckers that I grew up
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) niggas that'll love ya, and straight ya
Yo it's drastic, hit you with the plastic
What, run you with the van-tastic
N-o-r-e, rhymes professionaly
Your boy, ? dunn gone dead? run with me
Every pass you throw get intercepted
International thug, you're just
I drink shmirnoff, alcohol infected. like...

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

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

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

Fuck the and the vibe (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 though, lil' niggas messin up the game, yo
me spit and all a sudden got the same flow (gilly rule!)
I die in the streets how the game go
I'ma tell you one 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, die around losers
niggas get scared straight
But niggas cop a ninety-nine benz september of ninety-eight
I ran up on you clowns a nine on the waist
Run in your face, blot in your space, your safe
See you are the fake we the cats that won't break
You niggas start at your day upstate
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 sissy, on the streets, you was real pretty
Went to jail, got a to tell, now you biggie?
See I'm the shots, you cats is the maybes
I'm the thing and you niggas 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
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