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

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

It's a quarter after on my AM, FM
Radio Shack, digital motel, six o 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, what? "Task raided Millersville, Ms. 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, I was born, raised and grown
And since 1979, I a hustler on the go
You know the drill, my for real, a mealticket
You feel, we slowly but surely seven digits

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

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

Holler at my 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 dish washing gloves and residue, biotch

Bullshit ain't
You see we gone this thuggin'
And mean muggin', jump until a done deal
You see E-40 and Sick Wid, it the real, nothin' but
What if I bring this back
Which one, which one
You got to be it or be without it
Be it or without it, ay, you know what?
I smell you on playboy, look
We fin to run down a 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
Heifer's tired she tried to slash my tire
Caught me in the bed with her Tanji
From the she use to hold my sack
I use to her down

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

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

I put it down, I'm from the
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 ain't got shit in my

I'm ghetto celebrity, niggaz get buried
Ready for combat if you plottin' and
Oh if you for me and confiscate my dough
Let the buzzer be the
But my suggestion is to within your envelope

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

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

got to but I still touch it
Went to 7-Eleven, up a traders book
And a bucket
Use to have a taller than the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off see your partna had warrant

That I ain't even 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 Click
'Cause was spittin' that old high powered
ballin' guru, ass type shit you can relate to

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

I got this bitch on
999,999 plus a in a safe deposit box
Marijuana still in this roster
Kilogram, coca and morphine
What about my in the 415?
what they made

My in the city
They call it
Top grade regeneration,
Designer weed, straight hempilation, what the

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