Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

[clark
What if I get that nigga ice 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 have problems, these niggas 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 like in the can
this, go to u.i. like the rest of the fam
These little niggas growin up, straight they lives
Ain't fuckin with the two, now they fuckin with five
But its, sad to see the mad at me
Cause I from nore to your majesty
The niggas that I gruff'd wit and threw up with
And the same motherfuckers that I grew up
Had free lunch with, played with
Now-a-days they papi on some frontin shit
noreaga, now I'm melvin flynt
Yo the hustler, I a player, I'm just a hustler
(damn) niggas that'll ya, and straight touch ya
Yo it's drastic, hit you the glock plastic
What, run you over with the
N-o-r-e, rhymes professionaly
Your boy, ? gone dead? wanna run with me
Every pass you throw get intercepted
International thug, you're just
I drink shmirnoff, alcohol infected. like...

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

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

[ice
I heard you stopped, rap ho
You duck from the schrapnel
I'm pushin like a fat sew
fab, I'm in the city again (be-atch)
Got you motherfuckers shitty again (be-atch)
See that nigga noreaga got zig-zags
And our mags got you fags 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 the underboss
Always I blaze in hallways, all
You bitches ain't but frugas'
Yeah-yeah, you better ask me - poppa doc
And ask every freak you who got the cock?
So blaze one for the nation, I vacation, offa conversation
niggas irritation, cause I don't rap about the nation
Get the catalogue, I battle dogs, and we'll see, only the strong

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 though, lil' niggas messin up the game, yo
Heard me spit and all a sudden got the flow (gilly rule!)
I die in the thats how the game go
I'ma tell you one more time, now let your go
I to kill, you blast but you aim low
A shooter, me surrounded by troopers
Pretty women, gorgeous feet, with hooters
You was born to fail, die around losers
Bitch niggas get straight
But rich niggas cop a ninety-nine september of ninety-eight
I ran up on you with a nine on the waist
Run in your face, blot in your space, findin 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 home, I'm pop you with the eight
At both of kneecaps, where your weave be at (damn)
You little sissy, on the streets, you was pretty
to jail, got a story to tell, now you biggie?
See I'm the sure shots, you cats is the
I'm the real and you niggas is frugasis
fake 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
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