Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

[clark
What if I get that nigga ice cube to do another
With my nigga this time (thugged out)
And my nigga from lil' gil?
Niggas don't know what the gon' happen next
niggas might just have 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 kai, he like still in the can
Bless this, go to u.i. the rest of the fam
little niggas growin up, straight diggin they lives
Ain't really fuckin with the two, now they fuckin with
But its, sad to see the mad at me
Cause I went nore to your majesty
The same niggas that I gruff'd wit and up with
And the same that I grew up with
Had free with, played stickball with
Now-a-days they like papi on some frontin
Fuck noreaga, now I'm melvin
Yo the hustler, I ain't a player, I'm just a
(damn) niggas that'll love ya, and touch ya
Yo it's drastic, hit you with the plastic
What, run you with the van-tastic
N-o-r-e, spit rhymes
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 and noreaga
[noreaga: 'what what' in continuously]

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

[ice
I you stopped, can't rap ho
You niggas duck from the
I'm pushin like a fat sew
Ghetto fab, I'm in the city (be-atch)
Got you motherfuckers lookin shitty (be-atch)
See that nigga noreaga got zig-zags
And our mags got you fags wearin bags
For life, nigga we could do life or do it
Tonight, nigga, we can stripes and blast mics
about the steppin off
A motherfucker ain't never been the
I blaze in hallways, all days
You bitches ain't but frugas'
Yeah-yeah, you ask about me - poppa doc
And ask freak you know: who got the cock?
So blaze one for the nation, I vacation, offa conversation
Give niggas irritation, cause I don't rap the nation
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, naked please

[gilly the
Yo, a shame though, lil' niggas 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 tell you one time, now let your chain go
I to kill, you blast but you aim low
A ground shooter, me surrounded by
Pretty women, gorgeous feet, with round
You was born to fail, die around losers
Bitch niggas get scared
But rich niggas cop a benz september of ninety-eight
I ran up on you clowns with a nine on the
Run in your face, blot in space, findin your safe
See you really are the we the cats that won't break
You niggas start at your day upstate
So on that note, when you come home, I'm pop you the eight
At both of your kneecaps, 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 shots, you cats is the maybes
I'm the thing and you niggas is frugasis
Crazy fake diamonds, shinin
And if you got less than nine and a half, you grindin
Name other trio thats with us rhymin
Gil, cube, and
A whole different