Luyện nghe bài hát Pushin Weight Remix

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

Ay-yo, iraq, shit, yo I own that
With-a, lord like the rest of the clan
My man karate kai, he still in the can
Bless this, go to u.i. the rest of the fam
These little niggas growin up, straight diggin they
really fuckin with the two, now they fuckin with five
But its, sad to see the mad at me
I went from nore to your majesty
The same niggas I gruff'd wit and threw up with
And the same motherfuckers that I up with
Had free with, played stickball with
Now-a-days they like papi on some frontin
Fuck noreaga, now I'm melvin
Yo the hustler, I ain't a player, I'm just a
(damn) niggas love ya, and straight touch ya
Yo it's drastic, hit you with the glock
What, run you over with the
N-o-r-e, rhymes professionaly
Your boy, ? dunn gone dead? run with me
Every pass you throw will get
thug, you're just domestic
I drink shmirnoff, infected. it's like...

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

Cube: I push rhymes like
I rhymes like 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 lookin shitty again (be-atch)
See that noreaga got them zig-zags
And our mags got you wearin shit bags
For life, we could do life or do it right
Tonight, nigga, we can earn stripes and mics
Talk the steppin off
A motherfucker never been the underboss
Always I in hallways, all days
You bitches nothin but frugas'
Yeah-yeah, you better ask about me - doc
And ask every 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 battle dogs, and we'll see, the strong will

Fuck the source and the (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, 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
tell you one more time, now let your chain go
I to kill, you blast but you aim low
A ground shooter, me by troopers
women, gorgeous feet, with round hooters
You was born to fail, die around losers
Bitch niggas get scared
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 really are the fake we the cats won't break
You niggas start snitchin at 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 sissy, on the streets, you was real pretty
Went to jail, got a to tell, now you biggie?
See I'm the sure shots, you is the maybes
I'm the real thing and you is frugasis
Crazy diamonds, fake shinin
And if you got less nine and a half, you fake grindin
Name other trio thats fuckin with us
Gil, cube, and
A whole story