Luyện nghe bài hát Meal Ticket

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

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

Playaz hookin' up, tryin' to work
Sendin' work FedEx to UPS trucks
Now P lavish, caviar and cabbage
Peppers and beans and grits and

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

Beckett on my fingaz, watches
Hoes on the block, bounce that ass, I mean pussy
Label me an alien, like 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 if y'all doubt it
Hooked up 8-ball and MJG
we tryin' to get a meal ticket from these streets

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

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

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

'Cause we each be lookin for meal tickets, witches me crazy
Lady, can I yo' baby? Honey, call me the Shady, maybe
Construct the thinkin', we're turnin' to duckies
No laws 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 to play 'em
Weigh em, no me, cause that's what they gon' pay me
Pimpin' ain't baby, just 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 ya hungry, I do it only, pertainin' bustas
Fakes, and phonies, about that money, where my

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

Cocaine lady, white lady, sellin'
I'm leanin' on the leather and I'm on the wood
I'm feelin' on the ballin' in the slant back
I'm C, bitch and Tree, us niggaz roll Cadillac

Bad ass bitches can't my dick 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 dead?
Qhen bitches still givin' me head? Lickin' my ass if he'd be the

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

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

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

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

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