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

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

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

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

V-Town, California, I was born, raised and grown
And since 1979, I been a on the go
You know the drill, my for real, a mealticket
You feel, we but surely approachin' seven digits

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 put down on a crib

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

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

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

Last night I slapped a upside her dome with my faulty phone
That Heifer's she tried to slash my tire
Caught me in the bed her cousin Tanji
From the track she use to 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, and boy, that bitch is bad
For what worth, the pussy smelled like Certs
Victoria's

Now folks, just remember, I said I thought about lickin' pussy
I said I thought about eatin' 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 shit in my

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

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

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

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

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

Wake to, to when it's sunny
Ride by, slide by, get at a
I these 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 bitch on lock
999,999 plus a dollar in a safe box
Marijuana crops in this roster
Kilogram, coca and morphine
about my niggas in the 415?
Look they made

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

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