Luyện nghe bài hát Meal Ticket

My potna me fifty dollar, put me in the game
I been weed then I moved up to cane
dem bouldas, slangin' dem quarters
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 pocket full of stones"

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

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

Down hustlin', ballin', slangin'
Niggaz teamin' up, some niggaz 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, bounce ass, I mean pussy poppin'
Label me an alien, just like
'Cause I made my from the ghetto and I did it fast

'Cause I'm 'bout it, 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 ticket from these streets

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

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

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

save 'em, pay 'em, before you get to lay 'em
Got a real job, so damn hard tryin to play 'em
Weigh em, no weigh me, cause 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 would you One of us is just
when ya hungry, I do it only, pertainin' bustas
Fakes, and phonies, about that money, my 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 ticket
Tryin' to get a meal
Tryin' to get a meal
Tryin' to get a ticket

Cocaine lady, white lady, sellin'
I'm on the leather and I'm grippin' on the wood
I'm feelin' on the great ballin' in the back
I'm Pimp C, bitch and Tree, us niggaz roll

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

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

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 know got to stole the cake, I motivate

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

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