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

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

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

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

V-Town, California, where I was born, and grown
And since 1979, I a hustler 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 than 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, a lose don't make a scene
Nigga charge it to the triple beam, fuck the
I let that orange box of baking soda do the

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

Bullshit ain't
You see we gone this thuggin'
And muggin', jump until it's a done deal
You see E-40 and Sick Wid, it bring the real, but
What if I bring 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 smell you on that playboy,
We fin to run down a whole tac on bitch ass, niggaz
Niggas ain't this shit, we do this shit

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

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

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

I put it down, I'm the hood
Where I live on the outskirts of 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 ghetto celebrity, niggaz get
Ready for combat if you and plannin'
Oh if you for me and confiscate my dough
Let the buzzer be the
But my suggestion is to within 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 these niggaz to stay they envelope?
Shit, these toddlers is to the game
They ain't know about these tramps
Six bedroom flats and dealt
And a hand across the mat
You see we from the Yay, where we they minds
And put hoes on the grind

Ain't got to but I still it
Went to 7-Eleven, up a traders book
And a bucket
Use to a perm taller than the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off 'cause see your had warrant

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

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

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

My in the city
They it made
Top grade regeneration,
Designer weed, straight hempilation, the fuck?

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