Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

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

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. like the of the fam
These little niggas growin up, diggin they lives
Ain't fuckin 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 wit and threw up with
And the same motherfuckers I grew up with
Had lunch with, played stickball with
Now-a-days they like papi on some frontin
Fuck noreaga, now I'm melvin
Yo the hustler, I a player, I'm just a hustler
(damn) niggas that'll love ya, and straight ya
Yo it's drastic, hit you with the plastic
What, run you with the van-tastic
N-o-r-e, rhymes professionaly
Your boy, ? dunn gone dead? run with me
Every pass you throw get intercepted
International thug, just domestic
I drink shmirnoff, infected. it's like...

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

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

[ice
I you stopped, can't rap ho
You niggas duck from the
I'm weight like a fat sew
Ghetto fab, I'm in the city (be-atch)
Got you motherfuckers lookin shitty (be-atch)
See nigga noreaga got them zig-zags
And our mags got you fags shit bags
For life, nigga we could do or do it right
Tonight, nigga, we can earn and blast mics
Talk the steppin off
A motherfucker ain't been the underboss
Always I in hallways, all days
You bitches nothin but frugas'
Yeah-yeah, you better ask about me - doc
And ask freak you know: who got the cock?
So one for the nation, I take vacation, offa conversation
Give irritation, cause I don't rap about the nation
Get the catalogue, I battle dogs, and we'll see, only the strong

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, naked please

[gilly the
Yo, it's a though, lil' niggas messin up the game, yo
Heard me spit and all a sudden got the 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 ground shooter, me surrounded by
women, gorgeous feet, with round hooters
You was born to fail, gonna die around
Bitch niggas get straight
But rich cop a ninety-nine benz september of ninety-eight
I ran up on you clowns with a nine on the
Run in your face, blot in your space, your safe
See you are the fake we the cats that won't break
You niggas snitchin at your day upstate
So on note, when you come home, I'm pop you with the eight
At both of your kneecaps, your weave be at (damn)
You sissy, on the streets, you was real pretty
to jail, got a story to tell, now you biggie?
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
other trio thats fuckin with us rhymin
Gil, cube, and
A different story