Luyện nghe bài hát Meal Ticket

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

Pushin' in from state to state
ridin' dirty on my mobile phone, it's UGK
Pimp C said, "P, really goin' on?"
I said, "What's really happenin?" He said, "I pocket full 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 thug niggas

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

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

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

'Cause I'm it, y'all know I'm rowdy
Ask Big Mo and John Henry if doubt it
Hooked up 8-ball and MJG
'Cause we tryin' to get a meal from these streets

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

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

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

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

Captain save 'em, pay 'em, you get to lay 'em
Got a real nigga's job, so damn hard tryin to 'em
Weigh em, no weigh me, cause that's what they 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 you see? One of us is just
That when ya hungry, I do it only, pertainin'
Fakes, and phonies, that money, where my ticket?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
to get a meal ticket

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