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 quarter nine on my AM, FM
Radio Shack, digital motel, six o alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit the
You afford 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 person for certain I

V-Town, California, where I was born, 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 baking do the rest

Holler at my chef, Raul
Known for cloning chickens and one into two
what he do for a living, that's all he's used to
Playtex rubber washing 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 Wid, it bring the real, nothin' but
What if I this back down?
Which one, one cap'n?
You got to be about it or be it
Be about it or without it, ay, you what?
I you on that playboy, look
We fin to run down a tac on these bitch ass, niggaz
Niggas smellin' this shit, we do this shit

Last I slapped a bitch upside her dome with my faulty phone
That Heifer's tired she tried to slash my
Caught me in the bed with her cousin
From the track she use to hold my
I use to dick her

Way back in eighty-six she use to look just a sketch
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, remember, I never said I thought about lickin' pussy
I said I never thought eatin' it
it and treatin' it nice
that, I'm a hog

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

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

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 know nothin' about these tramps
Six bedroom and gettin' dealt
And held a across the mat
You see we from the Yay, where we control minds
And put these hoes on the

Ain't got to but I still it
Went to 7-Eleven, up a traders book
And bought a
Use to have a perm taller than the Charlotte
But I had to cut that bitch off 'cause see your 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 too, remind me of The Click crew
'Cause they was spittin' that old powered
Godzilla ballin' guru, ass type you can relate to

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

I got bitch on lock
999,999 plus a in a safe deposit box
Marijuana crops in this roster
Kilogram, leaf and morphine
about my niggas in the 415?
Look they made

My niggaz in the
They call it
Top grade regeneration,
weed, straight hempilation, what the fuck?

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