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

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

It's a quarter nine on my AM, FM
Radio Shack, digital motel, six o clock alarm
"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. had a heart attack"
Dude, that's some cold shit, ain't it
I know, she was a good for certain I know

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now folks, just remember, I never said I thought about pussy
I said I never thought about it
Keepin' it and 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 I ain't got shit in my name

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

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

Uhh, the fuck on
Did you or did you not tell these niggaz to stay within they
Shit, toddlers is green to the game
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 they minds
And put these hoes on the

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

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

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

I got this bitch on
999,999 plus a in a safe deposit box
crops still in this roster
Kilogram, coca and morphine
about my niggas in the 415?
Look they made

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

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Plus a dollar, plus a dollar, man, equals a mealticket
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