Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

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

Ay-yo, iraq, shit, yo I own that
With-a, amiya like the rest of the clan
My man karate kai, he like in the can
Bless this, go to u.i. the rest of the fam
These little niggas growin up, diggin they lives
really fuckin with the two, now they fuckin with five
But its, sad to see the mad at me
Cause I went nore to your majesty
The niggas that I gruff'd wit and threw up with
And the same that I grew up with
Had free lunch with, played stickball
Now-a-days they like on some frontin shit
noreaga, now I'm melvin flynt
Yo the hustler, I ain't a player, I'm just a
(damn) niggas that'll ya, and straight touch ya
Yo it's drastic, hit you with the glock
What, run you over with the
N-o-r-e, rhymes professionaly
Your boy, ? dunn gone dead? run with me
pass you throw will get intercepted
International thug, just domestic
I drink shmirnoff, infected. it's like...

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

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

[ice
I heard you stopped, rap ho
You niggas duck the schrapnel
I'm pushin 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, we could do life or do it right
Tonight, nigga, we can earn and blast mics
Talk the steppin off
A motherfucker ain't never been the
Always I in hallways, all days
You bitches ain't but frugas'
Yeah-yeah, you better ask about me - doc
And ask every freak you know: who got the
So one for the nation, I take vacation, offa conversation
Give niggas irritation, cause I don't rap about the
Get the catalogue, I dogs, and we'll see, only the strong will

Fuck the source and the (fuck em)
We don't ride, we
We westside, realize, we alive
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
me spit and all a sudden got the same flow (gilly rule!)
I die in the thats how the game go
I'ma you one more time, now let your chain go
I shoot to kill, you but you aim low
A shooter, me surrounded by troopers
women, gorgeous feet, with round hooters
You was born to fail, die around losers
Bitch niggas get scared
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 your space, your safe
See you really are the fake we the cats won't break
You niggas snitchin at your day upstate
So on that note, when you come home, I'm pop you the eight
At both of your kneecaps, where your 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 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
other trio thats fuckin with us rhymin
Gil, cube, and
A different story