Luyện nghe bài hát Meal Ticket

My potna me fifty dollar, put me in the game
I been slangin' weed I moved up to cane
dem bouldas, slangin' dem quarters
I got 'em 2 for 3, God dammit, I'm a

in weight from state to state
Niggaz dirty on my mobile phone, it's UGK
Pimp C said, "P, really goin' on?"
I said, "What's really happenin?" He said, "I gotta pocket of stones"

Now P, be dat new kid on the
36 OZ's choppin' up rocks in my rock
And label me a drug deala, just hard nigga
Rest in to 2Pac and the rest of y'all thug niggas

Playaz up, tryin' to make work
Sendin' work from to UPS trucks
Now P livin' lavish, and cabbage
and beans and grits and cabbage

Down hustlin', ballin', slangin'
Niggaz teamin' up, some niggaz bangin'
Used to drink 40s, now it's mo
Used to cutlass, now it's Benz's and vets

Beckett on my fingaz, Rolex
Hoes on the block, bounce that ass, I mean pussy
Label me an alien, just Outkast
'Cause I made my from the ghetto and I did it fast

'Cause I'm 'bout it, y'all know I'm
Ask Big Mo and John Henry if doubt it
Hooked up with and MJG
'Cause we tryin' to get a meal ticket from streets

Tryin' to get a ticket
to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a ticket
to get a meal ticket

Tryin' to get a meal
Tryin' to get a ticket
Tryin' to get a meal
Tryin' to get a ticket

8-ball and MJG, south side
A nigga came to mention these hoes can't touch my
Mobbin' the swamp, P and me and G and UGK
that a muthafucka fuck, what these hoes say?

'Cause we each be lookin for meal tickets, drivin' me crazy
Lady, can I claim yo' Honey, call me the Shady, maybe
the thinkin', we're turnin' to duckies bankin'
No laws somebody save me a of meat up in my grave

save 'em, pay 'em, before you get to lay 'em
Got a real nigga's job, so damn tryin to play 'em
Weigh em, no weigh me, cause that's they gon' pay me
Pimpin' ain't dead baby, ask MJG

Who be I? MJG, he be me but if I was he
And you was I, who would you One of us is just
That ya hungry, I do it only, pertainin' bustas
Fakes, and phonies, about that money, where my

Tryin' to get a ticket
Tryin' to get a ticket
to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal

to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal
Tryin' to get a meal
Tryin' to get a ticket

lady, white lady, sellin' good
I'm leanin' on the and I'm grippin' on the wood
I'm feelin' on the great in the slant back
I'm Pimp C, and Tree, us niggaz roll Cadillac

Bad ass bitches leave my dick alone
I 'bout me a key and changed my name to James Jones
Pimpin' ain't dead, ya heard what I said? How the fuck is pimpin'
Qhen bitches still givin' me Lickin' my ass if he'd be the deala

Suck the nut up out a [Incomprehensible] slow down suave nigga
Now bitch I be the prison pushin'
A 4 for 4 doors, of the quarters
Fuckin' with nothin' but and they daughters

Get cleansed, weeded, and watered, I flow like a Asian,
Saudi Arabian, African I be blazin' in the Gate, swish it out
Holdin' weight, I hits the block, I'm rollin' bait, them come out
know they got to stole the cake, I motivate

Fiends dealas, ballas, hatas, shops and
and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde, and niggaz
That ride with glocks and choppas we out

Tryin' to get a ticket
Tryin' to get a ticket
Tryin' to get a ticket
to get a meal ticket

Tryin' to get a meal
Tryin' to get a ticket
to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a ticket

Tryin' to get a meal
Tryin' to get a ticket
Tryin' to get a meal
to get a meal ticket