Luyện nghe bài hát $999,999 + $1 = A Mealticket

Huh? Want me to speak the
Speak the man
Nigga, the real
Speak the
Speak the
the real
Speak the

It's a quarter nine on my AM, FM
Radio Shack, digital motel, six o clock reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit the
You afford to pass no money, I know you heard about that"

What, what? "Task raided Millersville, Ms. Miller had a attack"
Dude, some cold shit, ain't it huh?
I know, she was a good person for certain I

V-Town, California, where I was born, raised and
And since 1979, I a hustler on the go
You know the drill, my mission for real, a
You feel, we slowly but surely seven digits

Figurines, sticky doo hicky and Angel
Mescaline, niggas better than fuck with us
I'm pimped out in Reno in the casino
Big bid, fuckin' off feddie, I could've put down on a

I that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
Take a lose, take a lose don't a scene
charge it to the triple beam, fuck the stress
I let orange box of baking soda do the rest

Holler at my neighborhood chef,
Known for cloning chickens and one into two
That's what he do for a living, that's all he's to
Playtex rubber washing gloves and residue, biotch

Bullshit ain't
You see we gone this thuggin'
And mean muggin', jump until it's a done
You see E-40 and Sick Wid, it bring the real, but
What if I bring back down?
Which one, one cap'n?
You got to be it or be without it
Be it or without it, ay, you know what?
I you on that playboy, look
We fin to run down a whole tac on these bitch ass,
Niggas ain't smellin' this shit, we do shit

Last night I slapped a bitch upside her dome with my phone
That Heifer's she tried to slash my tire
Caught me in the bed with her Tanji
From the she use to hold my sack
I use to dick her

Way back in eighty-six she use to look just a sketch
But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body and boy, bitch is bad
For what it's worth, the pussy smelled Certs
Victoria's

Now folks, just remember, I never said I about lickin' pussy
I said I thought about eatin' it
Keepin' it and it nice
that, I'm a hog

I put it down, I'm from the
Where I live on the of town on the tuck in the cut
In some apartments, man
I'm a baller so you know I got shit in my name

I'm strictly ghetto celebrity, niggaz get
Ready for combat if you plottin' and
Oh if you come for me and my dough
Let the buzzer be the
But my suggestion is to within your envelope

I'm block to block, swingin' on
Community service, put up stop

Uhh, hold the on
Did you or did you not tell these to stay within they envelope?
Shit, these is green to the game
ain't know nothin' about these tramps
Six flats and gettin' dealt
And a hand across the mat
You see we from the Yay, where we they minds
And put these hoes on the

Ain't got to but I still it
Went to 7-Eleven, picked up a traders
And a bucket
Use to have a perm taller the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off see your partna had warrant

That I ain't even handled yet, although I'm havin'
The homie from the hood, want me to put out his tape
He kinda too, remind me of The Click crew
'Cause they was spittin' old high powered
ballin' guru, ass type shit you can relate to

Wake to, 'scape to when it's
Ride by, slide by, get at a
I these streets like I know my dick
I can tell you who the nigga is that's to get jacked
And the nigga that pulled the

I got bitch on lock
999,999 plus a dollar in a safe box
Marijuana crops in this roster
Kilogram, leaf and morphine
What my niggas in the 415?
what they made

My in the city
They it made
Top regeneration, uncut
Designer weed, hempilation, what the fuck?

Sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit sheit, sheit
999,999 plus a dollar, a dollar man
Plus a dollar, plus a dollar, man, equals a bitch
Biotch, sheit, sheit, it