Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

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

Ay-yo, iraq, shit, yo I own that
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 growin up, straight diggin lives
Ain't fuckin with the two, now they fuckin with five
But its, sad to see the mad at me
Cause I went from to your majesty
The niggas that I gruff'd wit and threw up with
And the motherfuckers that I grew up with
Had free with, played stickball with
Now-a-days they like papi on frontin shit
noreaga, now I'm melvin flynt
Yo the hustler, I a player, I'm just a hustler
(damn) that'll love ya, and straight 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...

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

I push rhymes like weight
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
fab, I'm in the city again (be-atch)
Got you motherfuckers lookin again (be-atch)
See that nigga got them zig-zags
And our mags got you fags wearin shit
For life, nigga we could do life or do it
Tonight, nigga, we can stripes and blast mics
Talk about the off
A motherfucker ain't been the underboss
Always I blaze in hallways, all
You ain't nothin but frugas'
Yeah-yeah, you better ask me - poppa doc
And ask freak you know: who got the cock?
So blaze one for the nation, I take vacation, conversation
Give niggas irritation, I don't rap about the nation
Get the catalogue, I dogs, and we'll see, only the strong will

Fuck the and the vibe (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, it's a shame though, niggas 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
I'ma tell you one time, now let your chain go
I shoot to kill, you but you aim low
A shooter, me surrounded by troopers
Pretty women, gorgeous feet, with round
You was born to fail, die around losers
niggas get scared straight
But rich cop a ninety-nine benz 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, you come home, I'm pop you with the eight
At both of your kneecaps, 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 sure shots, you is the maybes
I'm the thing and you niggas is frugasis
Crazy fake diamonds, shinin
And if you got less than and a half, you fake grindin
Name other trio thats fuckin with us
Gil, cube, and
A whole different