Luyện nghe bài hát Meal Ticket

My potna gave me fifty dollar, put me in the
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

Pushin' in 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 pocket full of stones"

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

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

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

on my fingaz, Rolex watches
Hoes on the block, that ass, I mean pussy poppin'
Label me an alien, like Outkast
'Cause I made my money 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

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

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

we each 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 bankin'
No laws somebody save me a slice of meat up in my

Captain save 'em, pay 'em, you get to lay 'em
Got a nigga's job, so damn hard tryin to play 'em
em, no weigh 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 ya hungry, I do it only, pertainin' bustas
Fakes, and phonies, about that money, my 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
to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal
Tryin' to get a meal

Cocaine lady, white lady, sellin'
I'm leanin' on the leather and I'm grippin' on the
I'm feelin' on the great ballin' in the slant
I'm Pimp C, and Tree, us niggaz roll Cadillac

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

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

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

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

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

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