Luyện nghe bài hát Meal Ticket

My potna gave me dollar, put me in the game
I been slangin' weed I moved up to cane
Pushin' dem bouldas, 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, really goin' on?"
I said, "What's really happenin?" He said, "I gotta full of stones"

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

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

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

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

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

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

and MJG, south side 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 each be for meal tickets, witches drivin' me crazy
Lady, can I claim yo' baby? Honey, call me the Shady,
the thinkin', we're turnin' to duckies bankin'
No laws somebody me a slice of meat up in my grave

Captain save 'em, pay 'em, you get to lay 'em
Got a real 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 you see? 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 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 meal
Tryin' to get a meal

Cocaine lady, lady, sellin' good
I'm leanin' on the and I'm grippin' on the wood
I'm feelin' on the great ballin' in the slant
I'm Pimp C, bitch and Tree, us niggaz Cadillac

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

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

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

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

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
to get a meal ticket
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