Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

[clark
What if I get nigga ice cube to do another joint?
my nigga noreaga this time (thugged out)
And my from philly lil' gil?
Niggas don't know what the fuck's gon' next
Y'all niggas might 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 with five
But its, sad to see the mad at me
Cause I from nore to your majesty
The same niggas I gruff'd wit and threw up with
And the motherfuckers that I grew up with
Had lunch with, played stickball with
they like papi on some frontin shit
Fuck noreaga, now I'm flynt
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 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 you throw will get intercepted
International thug, just domestic
I drink shmirnoff, alcohol infected. like...

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

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

[ice
I heard you stopped, rap ho
You niggas duck from the
I'm pushin weight 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 could do life or do it
Tonight, nigga, we can earn stripes and mics
Talk about the off
A motherfucker never been the underboss
I blaze in hallways, all days
You ain't nothin but frugas'
Yeah-yeah, you ask about me - poppa doc
And ask every freak you who got the cock?
So blaze one for the nation, I vacation, offa conversation
niggas irritation, cause I don't rap about the nation
Get the catalogue, I dogs, and we'll see, only the strong will

Fuck the and the vibe (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 spit and all a sudden got the same (gilly rule!)
I die in the streets 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 shooter, me surrounded by troopers
Pretty women, feet, with round 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, findin your
See you really are the fake we the cats that break
You niggas start at your day upstate
So on that note, when you come home, I'm pop you with the
At of your kneecaps, where your weave be at (damn)
You little sissy, on the streets, you was real
Went to jail, got a story to tell, now you
See I'm the sure shots, you is the maybes
I'm the thing and you niggas is frugasis
Crazy fake diamonds, fake
And if you got less than nine and a half, you grindin
Name other trio thats fuckin us rhymin
Gil, cube, and
A whole different