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

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

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

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

Figurines, doo hicky and Angel Dust
Mescaline, niggas know better fuck with us
I'm pimped out 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 triple beam, fuck the
I let that orange box of baking soda do the

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

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

Last I slapped a bitch upside her dome with my faulty phone
That Heifer's 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 just 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 Certs
Secret

Now folks, just remember, I said I thought about lickin' pussy
I said I never thought eatin' it
Keepin' it and treatin' it
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 so you know I ain't got shit in my name

I'm strictly celebrity, niggaz get buried
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 to block, swingin' on vines
service, put up stop signs

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 flats and gettin' dealt
And held a hand the mat
You see we from the Yay, where we control they
And put these on the grind

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

That I even handled yet, although I'm havin' cake
The little from the hood, want me to put out his tape
He kinda tight too, remind me of The crew
'Cause they was spittin' that old high
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 these like I know my dick
I can tell you who the nigga is that's to get jacked
And the nigga that pulled the

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

My in the city
They it made
Top regeneration, uncut
Designer weed, hempilation, what the fuck?

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