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

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

It's a quarter nine on my AM, FM
Shack, digital motel, six o clock 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 Millersville, Ms. Miller had a heart attack"
Dude, some cold shit, ain't it huh?
I know, she was a good person for 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 seven digits

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

I that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
a lose, take a lose don't make a scene
Nigga charge it to the triple beam, fuck the
I let that box of baking soda do the rest

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

Bullshit nothin'
You see we gone this thuggin'
And muggin', jump until it's a done deal
You see E-40 and Wid, it bring the real, nothin' but
What if I bring this back
Which one, which one
You got to be about it or be it
Be about it or without it, ay, you what?
I you on that playboy, look
We fin to run down a whole tac on bitch ass, niggaz
Niggas ain't smellin' this shit, we do this

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

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

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

I put it down, I'm from the
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 ghetto celebrity, niggaz get
for combat if you plottin' and plannin'
Oh if you come for me and confiscate my
Let the buzzer be the
But my is to stay within your envelope

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

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

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

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

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

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

My in the city
They it made
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