Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

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

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. like the of the fam
These little niggas growin up, straight diggin lives
Ain't really fuckin with the two, now 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 I grew up with
Had free with, played stickball with
Now-a-days like papi on some 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, spit professionaly
Your boy, ? dunn dead? wanna run with me
pass you throw will get intercepted
International thug, you're just
I shmirnoff, alcohol infected. it's like...

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

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

[ice
I you stopped, can't rap ho
You niggas duck the schrapnel
I'm pushin weight 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 fags wearin bags
For life, we could do life or do it right
Tonight, nigga, we can earn stripes and blast
about the steppin off
A ain't never been the underboss
I blaze in hallways, all days
You bitches nothin 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 rap about the nation
Get the catalogue, I battle dogs, and we'll see, the strong will

Fuck the source and the (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, lil' messin up the game, yo
Heard me 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 ground shooter, me by troopers
Pretty women, gorgeous feet, with round
You was born to fail, gonna die around
Bitch niggas get scared
But rich niggas cop a ninety-nine benz of ninety-eight
I ran up on you with a nine on the waist
Run in your face, blot in space, findin your safe
See you are the fake we the cats that won't break
You niggas start snitchin at day upstate
So on that note, when you home, I'm pop you with the eight
At both of your kneecaps, where weave be at (damn)
You little sissy, on the streets, you was pretty
Went to jail, got a 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 fake diamonds, shinin
And if you got than nine and a half, you fake grindin
Name other trio fuckin with us rhymin
Gil, cube, and
A different story