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

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

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 can't afford to pass no money, I you heard about that"

What, "Task raided Millersville, Ms. Miller had a heart attack"
Dude, that's some shit, ain't it huh?
I know, she was a person for certain I know

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

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

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

at my neighborhood chef, Raul
Known for chickens and turning one into two
That's what he do for a living, that's all used to
Playtex rubber 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 and Sick Wid, it bring the real, nothin' but
What if I bring back down?
Which one, one cap'n?
You got to be it or be without it
Be about it or without it, ay, you know
I smell you on that playboy,
We fin to run down a whole tac on these bitch ass,
Niggas ain't smellin' this shit, we do this

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

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

Now folks, remember, I never 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 some apartments, man
I'm a baller so you know I ain't got shit in my

I'm strictly celebrity, niggaz get buried
Ready for combat if you and plannin'
Oh if you for me and confiscate my dough
Let the be the bail
But my suggestion is to stay your envelope

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

Uhh, hold the on
Did you or did you not tell these niggaz to stay within envelope?
Shit, toddlers is green to the game
They ain't know nothin' about tramps
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 still it
to 7-Eleven, picked up a traders book
And bought a
Use to have a perm taller the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut bitch off 'cause see your partna had warrant

That I ain't handled yet, although I'm havin' cake
The homie from 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 guru, ass type shit you can relate to

to, 'scape to when it's sunny
Ride by, by, get at a honey
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 the lick

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

My niggaz in the
call 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
Plus a dollar, plus a dollar, man, equals a bitch
Biotch, sheit, sheit, it