Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin

Say man I give a fuck about the FEDs
D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, boys, or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby I got to on pushin'

Keep on
on pushin'
Keep on
on pushin'
Keep on
Keep on
I've got to keep on
keep on

Well it's the of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow)
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in yo ass ain't know (Know)
I'm the boss baller of blow when you to the Gulf (Gulf)
Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin'
I've been around way the Interstate was on fire (Fire)
Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire)
Before a motherfucker even knew about a box
We just put work in the of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real)
Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in
On the Interstate in a car you can find me
Suitcase is stuffed like a turkey (Turkey)
right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me)
I did the city thing plus I it out of state
Either way a was known for havin' a lot of weight
Try to knock me down but it only me bigger
Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on

on pushin'
Keep on
Keep on
Keep on
Keep on pushin'

I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I you
I've got to on pushin'

I'm on the from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of
What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz for ten
So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my
My partner Rob in seventeen and in the
And me I'm in a but fuck it, that's how it is, shit
I got an about to cut it into stones
Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the
I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only five
A week went by, and a nigga took dry
Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me
A Pyrex bowl and the whoop so
I cooked it for then I stretched it for nine more
Whoa, I'm that bakin' with holes in his door
Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, sold

Ay, no matter how hard it get you I'mma
Real talk, real niggaz do things you know they (CHEEAAA)
You already know, Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA)
U.G.K. for motherfuckin' life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. (CHEAA)
You know them Houston niggaz you know they keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN)
G.A. niggaz you know they
niggaz do real things nigga you already know nigga
C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot (AYE, AYE, AYE)

One day you're here, the next day you're (WHAT?)
Cuz nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN)
Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a of my own
You ain't gotta front me nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA)
it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA)
Move 'em one at a time, take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT)
I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back (AYE)
Mind on my money, but I swear this shit dough (HAHA)
in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring
Got the stash box in the of the Mustang (CHEA)
You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that
Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride that
Hey, I hustle harder, I smarter (AYE)
Just left the magnum lot tried to me up a charter (HAHA)
I'm so ahead of my time, of my grind
Look at bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA)
See my watch is like, damn, my ears for attention (AYE)
A quarter mill around my neck, in case I to mention
You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep
I'mma do the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE)

Keep on
on pushin'
Keep on
Keep on
keep on pushin'
Keep on
Keep on
got to keep on pushin'
Keep keep on
on pushin'
Keep on
Keep on
keep on pushin'