Luyện nghe bài hát Meal Ticket

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

Pushin' in from state to state
Niggaz ridin' dirty on my mobile phone, UGK
Pimp C said, "P, what's 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 in my rock shop
And label me a deala, just anotha hard nigga
Rest in peace to 2Pac and the rest of y'all thug

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

south hustlin', ballin', slangin'
Niggaz teamin' up, niggaz gang bangin'
Used to 40s, now it's mo whet
Used to roll cutlass, now it's Benz's and

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

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

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

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

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

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

save 'em, pay 'em, before you get to lay 'em
Got a nigga's job, so damn hard tryin to play 'em
Weigh em, no me, cause that's what they gon' pay me
Pimpin' dead baby, just 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 when ya hungry, I do it only, pertainin'
Fakes, and phonies, about that money, where my

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

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

Cocaine lady, white lady, good
I'm on the leather and I'm grippin' on the wood
I'm feelin' on the great in the slant back
I'm Pimp C, bitch and Tree, us roll Cadillac

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

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

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

Fiends dealas, ballas, hatas, and boppas
Jekyll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde, and
ride with glocks and choppas where we out

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

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