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

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

It's a after 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 to pass no money, I know you heard about that"

What, what? "Task raided Millersville, Ms. had a heart attack"
Dude, that's some cold shit, it huh?
I know, she was a good for certain 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 approachin' seven

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

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

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

Bullshit ain't
You see we keep 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 this back down?
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 that playboy,
We fin to run down a whole tac on these bitch ass,
Niggas smellin' this shit, we do this shit

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

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

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

I put it down, I'm the hood
Where I live on the outskirts of town on the in the cut
In empty apartments, man
I'm a baller so you know I ain't got shit in my

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

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

Uhh, the fuck on
Did you or did you not tell niggaz to stay within they envelope?
Shit, these toddlers is to the game
They ain't know about these tramps
Six bedroom and gettin' dealt
And held a hand the mat
You see we the Yay, where we control 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 partna had warrant

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

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

I got this on lock
999,999 plus a dollar in a safe box
Marijuana crops in this roster
Kilogram, coca leaf and
about my niggas in the 415?
Look what made

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