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 what the fuck's gon' happen next
Y'all niggas just 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
Bless this, go to u.i. like the of the fam
These little niggas growin up, diggin they lives
Ain't really fuckin with the two, now they fuckin with
But its, sad to see the mad at me
I went from nore to your majesty
The same niggas that I gruff'd wit and up with
And the same motherfuckers that I grew up
Had free with, played stickball with
Now-a-days they like papi on some shit
Fuck noreaga, now I'm melvin
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 with the van-tastic
N-o-r-e, spit professionaly
Your boy, ? gone dead? wanna run with me
Every pass you throw will get
International thug, you're domestic
I shmirnoff, alcohol infected. it's like...

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

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

[ice
I heard you stopped, rap ho
You niggas from the schrapnel
I'm weight like a fat sew
Ghetto fab, I'm in the again (be-atch)
Got you motherfuckers shitty again (be-atch)
See that nigga noreaga got zig-zags
And our mags got you wearin shit bags
For life, nigga we could do life or do it
Tonight, nigga, we can stripes and blast mics
Talk the steppin off
A motherfucker ain't never been the
Always I blaze in hallways, all
You ain't nothin but frugas'
Yeah-yeah, you better ask about me - doc
And ask every freak you know: who got the
So blaze one for the nation, I take vacation, offa
Give niggas irritation, cause I don't rap about the
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, realize, we alive
So you can get beef,
Double-double say cheese, butt please

[gilly the
Yo, it's a though, lil' niggas messin up the game, yo
me spit and all a sudden got the same flow (gilly rule!)
I die in the streets thats how the go
I'ma tell you one time, now let your chain go
I shoot to kill, you 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 straight
But rich cop a ninety-nine benz september of ninety-eight
I ran up on you clowns with a on the waist
Run in your face, blot in your space, findin your
See you really are the we the cats that 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 shots, you cats is the maybes
I'm the thing and you niggas is frugasis
Crazy diamonds, fake shinin
And if you got than nine and a half, you fake grindin
Name other trio fuckin with us rhymin
Gil, cube, and
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