Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

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

Ay-yo, iraq, shit, yo I own that
With-a, lord amiya like the rest of the
My man karate kai, he like in the can
this, go to u.i. like the rest of the fam
These little growin up, straight diggin they lives
really 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 same niggas I gruff'd wit and threw up with
And the same motherfuckers that I up with
Had free lunch with, played stickball
Now-a-days they like papi on some frontin
noreaga, now I'm melvin flynt
Yo the hustler, I ain't a player, I'm a hustler
(damn) niggas that'll love ya, and touch ya
Yo it's drastic, hit you with the glock
What, run you over with the
N-o-r-e, spit professionaly
Your boy, ? dunn dead? wanna run with me
Every pass you throw get intercepted
International thug, you're just
I drink shmirnoff, infected. it's like...

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

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

[ice
I heard you stopped, 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 motherfuckers lookin again (be-atch)
See that nigga 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
about the steppin off
A motherfucker never been the underboss
Always I blaze in hallways, all
You bitches ain't nothin but
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 the nation
Get the catalogue, I dogs, and we'll see, only the strong will

Fuck the source and the (fuck em)
We don't ride, we
We westside, nigga realize, we
So you can get beef,
say cheese, butt naked 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 thats how the 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, feet, with round hooters
You was to fail, gonna die around losers
Bitch niggas get straight
But niggas cop a ninety-nine benz september of ninety-eight
I ran up on you clowns with a on the waist
Run in your face, in your space, findin your safe
See you really are the fake we the cats won't break
You niggas start snitchin at your day
So on note, when you come home, I'm pop you with the eight
At of your kneecaps, where 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 shots, you cats is the maybes
I'm the real and you niggas is frugasis
fake diamonds, fake shinin
And if you got less nine and a half, you fake grindin
other trio thats fuckin with us rhymin
Gil, cube, and
A whole different