Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

[clark
What if I get that nigga ice cube to do another
my nigga noreaga this time (thugged out)
And my nigga from philly gil?
don't know 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 like the rest of the
My man kai, he like still in the can
this, go to u.i. like the rest of the fam
These little niggas up, straight 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 that I grew up
Had free lunch with, played with
they like papi on some frontin shit
Fuck noreaga, now I'm melvin
Yo the hustler, I ain't a player, I'm a hustler
(damn) niggas that'll ya, and straight touch ya
Yo it's drastic, hit you with the glock
What, run you with the van-tastic
N-o-r-e, spit professionaly
Your boy, ? dunn gone dead? run with me
Every you throw will get intercepted
thug, you're just domestic
I drink shmirnoff, infected. it's like...

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

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

[ice
I you stopped, can't rap ho
You duck from the schrapnel
I'm pushin like a fat sew
Ghetto fab, I'm in the again (be-atch)
Got you motherfuckers lookin again (be-atch)
See nigga noreaga got them zig-zags
And our mags got you fags wearin shit
For life, we could do life or do it right
Tonight, nigga, we can stripes and blast mics
Talk about the off
A motherfucker ain't never the underboss
I blaze in hallways, all days
You bitches ain't nothin but
Yeah-yeah, you better ask me - poppa doc
And ask freak you know: who got the cock?
So one for the nation, I take vacation, offa conversation
Give niggas irritation, cause I don't rap about the
Get the catalogue, I dogs, and we'll see, only the strong will

Fuck the source and the (fuck em)
We ride, we drive-by
We westside, nigga realize, we
So you can get beef,
say cheese, butt naked please

[gilly the
Yo, it's a shame though, niggas messin up the game, yo
me spit 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 to kill, you blast 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 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, your safe
See you really are the fake we the cats that won't
You niggas start snitchin at your day
So on that note, when you come home, I'm pop you with the
At both of kneecaps, where your weave 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 real 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 fuckin with us
Gil, cube, and
A whole story