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

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 no money, I know you heard about that"

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

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

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

I that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
Take a lose, take a don't make a scene
charge it to the triple beam, fuck the stress
I let that orange box of 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 rubber dish washing and residue, biotch

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

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

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

I put it down, I'm from the
Where I on the outskirts of town 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 come for me and confiscate my
Let the buzzer be the
But my suggestion is to stay your envelope

I'm to block, swingin' 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, these toddlers is to the game
They ain't know about these tramps
Six flats and gettin' dealt
And held a across the mat
You see we from the Yay, where we they minds
And put these hoes on the

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

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

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

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

My in the city
They call it
Top grade regeneration,
Designer weed, hempilation, what the fuck?

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