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

Huh? Want me to the real?
Speak the man
Nigga, the real
Speak the
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 can't afford to pass no money, I you heard about that"

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

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

Figurines, sticky doo and Angel Dust
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 does that, I do, rejuvenate,
Take a lose, take a lose don't make a
Nigga it to the triple beam, fuck the stress
I let that orange box of baking do the rest

at my neighborhood chef, Raul
Known for chickens 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

ain't nothin'
You see we gone this thuggin'
And mean muggin', until it's a done deal
You see E-40 and Sick Wid, it the real, nothin' but
What if I bring this 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 you on that playboy, look
We fin to run down a whole tac on these ass, niggaz
Niggas ain't this shit, we do this shit

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

Way back in she use to look just 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
Secret

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

I put it down, I'm the hood
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 got shit in my name

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

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

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

got to but I still touch it
Went to 7-Eleven, picked up a book
And bought a
Use to have a perm than the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off 'cause see your partna had

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

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

I got bitch on lock
999,999 plus a in a safe deposit box
Marijuana still in this roster
Kilogram, leaf and morphine
What about my niggas in the
Look what they

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

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