Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

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

Ay-yo, iraq, shit, yo I own that
With-a, amiya like the rest of the clan
My man karate kai, he like in the can
Bless this, go to u.i. the rest of the fam
These little niggas growin up, straight diggin they
Ain't fuckin with the two, now they fuckin with five
But its, sad to see the mad at me
Cause I went from to your majesty
The niggas that I gruff'd wit and threw up with
And the same motherfuckers I grew up with
Had free lunch with, played stickball
Now-a-days they like papi on some shit
Fuck noreaga, now I'm flynt
Yo the hustler, I a player, I'm just a hustler
(damn) niggas that'll ya, and straight touch ya
Yo drastic, hit you with the glock plastic
What, run you with the van-tastic
N-o-r-e, rhymes professionaly
Your boy, ? dunn gone wanna run with me
Every pass you throw get intercepted
International thug, you're just
I drink shmirnoff, infected. it's like...

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

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

[ice
I you stopped, can't rap ho
You niggas from the schrapnel
I'm weight like a fat sew
Ghetto fab, I'm in the city (be-atch)
Got you lookin shitty again (be-atch)
See nigga noreaga got them 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 mics
about the steppin off
A motherfucker ain't never been the
Always I in hallways, all days
You bitches nothin but frugas'
Yeah-yeah, you ask about me - poppa 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, only the 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 though, lil' niggas messin up the game, yo
Heard me and all a sudden got the same flow (gilly rule!)
I die in the streets 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 shooter, me surrounded by troopers
Pretty women, gorgeous feet, with hooters
You was born to fail, gonna die losers
Bitch get scared straight
But rich niggas cop a benz september of ninety-eight
I ran up on you clowns a nine on the waist
Run in your face, blot in your space, your safe
See you really are the we the cats that won't break
You niggas start snitchin at your day
So on that note, when you come home, I'm pop you with the
At both of your kneecaps, your weave be at (damn)
You little sissy, on the streets, you was pretty
Went to jail, got a story to tell, now you
See I'm the sure shots, you is the maybes
I'm the real thing and you niggas is
Crazy fake diamonds, fake
And if you got less than and a half, you fake grindin
Name other trio thats with us rhymin
Gil, cube, and
A whole different