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 from philly lil' gil?
Niggas don't what the fuck's gon' happen next
Y'all niggas might just problems, these niggas bout to shit

Ay-yo, iraq, shit, yo I own land
With-a, amiya like 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, diggin they lives
Ain't really with the two, now they fuckin with five
But its, sad to see the mad at me
Cause I went from nore to majesty
The same niggas that I gruff'd wit and up with
And the same motherfuckers I grew up with
Had free with, played stickball 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 drastic, hit you with the glock plastic
What, run you over the van-tastic
N-o-r-e, spit professionaly
boy, ? dunn gone dead? wanna run with me
Every pass you throw will get
International thug, you're domestic
I drink shmirnoff, alcohol infected. like...

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

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

[ice
I you stopped, can't rap ho
You niggas duck the schrapnel
I'm pushin weight a fat sew
fab, I'm in the city again (be-atch)
Got you motherfuckers lookin shitty (be-atch)
See that noreaga got them zig-zags
And our mags got you fags wearin bags
For life, nigga we could do life or do it
Tonight, nigga, we can earn and blast mics
about the steppin off
A motherfucker ain't been the underboss
I blaze in hallways, all days
You bitches ain't nothin but
Yeah-yeah, you better ask me - poppa doc
And ask every you know: who got the cock?
So one for the nation, I take vacation, offa conversation
Give niggas irritation, cause I don't rap the nation
Get the catalogue, I battle dogs, and see, only the strong will

Fuck the source and the (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 shame though, lil' messin up the game, yo
Heard me spit and all a sudden got the same (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 ground shooter, me by troopers
Pretty women, feet, with round hooters
You was to fail, gonna die around losers
Bitch niggas get scared
But rich niggas cop a ninety-nine benz of ninety-eight
I ran up on you clowns a nine on the waist
Run in face, blot in your space, findin your safe
See you are the fake we the cats that won't break
You niggas start snitchin at your day
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 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 and you niggas is frugasis
Crazy diamonds, fake shinin
And if you got less nine and a half, you fake grindin
other trio thats fuckin with us rhymin
Gil, cube, and
A whole different