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

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

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

What, what? "Task raided Millersville, Ms. had a heart attack"
Dude, that's some 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 1979, I been a hustler on the go
You know the drill, my for real, a mealticket
You feel, we slowly but surely approachin' seven

Figurines, sticky doo and Angel Dust
Mescaline, niggas know better fuck with us
I'm pimped out flossin' in Reno in the
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
Nigga charge it to the triple beam, fuck the
I let that orange box of baking do the rest

at my neighborhood chef, Raul
Known for cloning chickens and 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 this thuggin'
And mean muggin', jump until a done deal
You see E-40 and Wid, it bring the real, nothin' but
What if I this back down?
Which one, one cap'n?
You got to be it or be without it
Be about it or without it, ay, you know
I smell you on playboy, look
We fin to run down a tac on these bitch ass, niggaz
Niggas ain't smellin' this shit, we do this

Last I slapped a bitch upside her dome with my faulty phone
Heifer's tired she tried 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 eighty-six she use to just like a sketch
But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body and boy, bitch is bad
For what it's worth, the smelled like Certs
Secret

Now folks, just remember, I never said I thought about lickin'
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 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 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 within envelope

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

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

Ain't got to but I still it
Went to 7-Eleven, picked up a book
And bought a
Use to have a perm taller than the Charlotte
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 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
ballin' guru, ass type shit you can relate to

Wake to, to when it's sunny
Ride by, by, get at a honey
I these 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 plus a dollar in a deposit box
Marijuana crops in this roster
Kilogram, coca leaf and
What my niggas in the 415?
what they made

My in the city
They it made
Top grade regeneration,
Designer weed, straight hempilation, the fuck?

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