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

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

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

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

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

Figurines, doo hicky and Angel Dust
Mescaline, niggas know than fuck with us
I'm out flossin' 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 that orange box of baking do the rest

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

ain't nothin'
You see we gone keep thuggin'
And mean muggin', jump it's a done deal
You see and Sick Wid, it bring the real, nothin' but
What if I this back down?
one, which one cap'n?
You got to be about it or be it
Be about it or it, ay, you know what?
I smell you on that playboy,
We fin to run down a tac on these bitch ass, niggaz
Niggas ain't smellin' this shit, we do this

Last night I slapped a bitch upside her dome with my faulty
That Heifer's tired she tried to my tire
me in the bed with her cousin Tanji
From the track she use to hold my
I use to dick her

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

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

I put it down, I'm from the
I live on the outskirts of town on the tuck in the cut
In some apartments, man
I'm a baller so you know I ain't got shit in my

I'm ghetto celebrity, niggaz get buried
Ready for combat if you plottin' and
Oh if you for me and confiscate my dough
Let the be the bail
But my suggestion is to stay within your

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

Uhh, the fuck on
Did you or did you not these niggaz to stay within they envelope?
Shit, these toddlers is green to the
They ain't know nothin' these tramps
Six flats and gettin' dealt
And a hand across the mat
You see we from the Yay, where we control they
And put hoes on the grind

Ain't got to but I touch it
to 7-Eleven, picked up a traders book
And bought a
Use to a perm taller than the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off 'cause see partna had warrant

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

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

I got this on lock
999,999 plus a in a safe deposit box
Marijuana crops in this roster
Kilogram, leaf and morphine
about my niggas in the 415?
Look what made

My in the city
call it made
Top regeneration, uncut
weed, straight hempilation, what the fuck?

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