ฟังเพลงPush It (Explicit)

Ross

Push it to the limit

Port of Miami

Uh

Importing the candy

Uh

Ain't got nothing to lose

Nah

I'm just supporting my family

Never traffic for fun

Fun

Only traffic for funds

Funds

All I seen is the struggle

Struggle

It's like I'm trapped in this slum

N***as were badly paid

No water we barely bathed

Better be better days on the way

That's on my daddy grave

I'm pushing the hard

Hard

I'm pushing the soft

South

If he pushin' the white

Lie

He pushin' for Ross

Ross

I waited and waited

Waited

I dun ran outta patience

Patience

They hated and hated

Left em slow dancing with satin

Fresh in my white tee

Mac eleven swear to God

I bought my first block

Broke it down and tore the block apart

I push and I push

Push

I ride and I ride

Ride

Tryna survive on 95

Put it all on the line

Line

At the drop of a dime

Dime

I be pushin' them whips

Whips

Yes three at a time

I'm pushin' it

Push

I gotta

I handle d**e like a handle off the banana boat

Bananas and the rifles

No cameras I'm just a man alone

I paid dues my moves done made news

I'm smooth my suede shoes

They new like Ray Cial's

Nobody used to speak

Speak

Now everybody wave

Wave

You dunk your mamma house

House

You set your sister straight

Straight

I'm building a dream

Dream

With elevators in it

Tell who made the linen

No gators got on my hater vision

I see ya I see ya suckas

Suckas

I see ya clear

Clear

I know you see me in that phantom

Whiter then vaneers

Allergic to broke

Broke

Determined to blow

Bow

On the boat we hit the work

And detergent and soap

Uh

We ship 'em from Haiti

They be whipping 'em daily

Let it dry let it dry

Time to whip a Mercedes

I'm changin' my range

Ross

Here to rain you parade

Parade

You gotta push it to the limit

If you wanna be paid

I gotta

Push it to the limit

We started minute

The money matured

My money secured

I got money's in Europe

My bundles be pure

Cost like a hundred a pour

The world is yours

Hundred million and more

Now I run the streets

Ross

They all mine

Ross

Twleve years over due

Call it due time

I told you never roll on the soul of a soldier

Uh

You never know that dishwasher may be a beholder

Who ever thought that fat girl would grow into Opra

Uh

Or that boy Rick Ross will be moldin' the culture

We breakin' the mold

Mold

We push and we push

Push

We breaking the hold