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

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

It's a quarter after on my AM, FM
Radio Shack, motel, six o clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, to hit the grind
You can't afford to pass no money, I you heard about that"

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

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

Figurines, doo hicky and Angel Dust
Mescaline, niggas know than fuck with us
I'm pimped out flossin' in in the casino
Big bid, off feddie, I could've put down on a crib

I does that, I do, rejuvenate,
Take a lose, take a lose make a scene
Nigga charge it to the beam, fuck the stress
I let that orange box of baking soda do the

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

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

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

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

Now folks, remember, I never said I thought 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 the hood
Where I live on the outskirts of on the tuck in the cut
In empty apartments, man
I'm a baller so you know I ain't got in my name

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

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

Uhh, hold the on
Did you or did you not tell these to stay within they envelope?
Shit, toddlers is green to the game
They know nothin' about these tramps
Six bedroom flats and gettin'
And held a 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
Went to 7-Eleven, picked up a book
And bought a
Use to a perm taller than the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that off 'cause see your partna had warrant

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

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

I got this on lock
999,999 a dollar in a safe deposit box
Marijuana still in this roster
Kilogram, coca leaf and
What about my in the 415?
Look they made

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

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999,999 a dollar, plus a dollar man
Plus a dollar, plus a dollar, man, a mealticket bitch
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