Luyện nghe bài hát Meat

Alarm clock, I hate alarm
Hey I gotta get up
Real ya'll
1:]
I only got enough money for some meat
But i still ain't trippin that's the I like to eat
But my son he like this is all we got to eat
I'm like son I'm about to sing big
I'm downloadin' beats and start writin' to em
And if the fans buy em I'ma kill them in they sleep
the extra cheese
We gonna eat like the Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese
dirty meats, make me some fuckn' stacks of G's
With the a-r uzi machine
All you gota do is wash it off and put it in the freeze
And then we for another couple of weeks
When you get like me you'll be tuckin the heat
And if not you, you'll be stuck in the
I wanna say ya mom you, but thats up to she
But we gonna do what we gotta do n that's get the
music got my back they hopefully
But if not really ain't no hope for me
That means you goin' through the same
That means we gone keep goin' through the same you hatin'

Meat, we find something to eat
Even if we go do it on the street
Even if we go shootin' with the heat
Even if we lie to we gone get the meat, (meat, meat)
2:]
I only got enough for top ramen noodles
My son lookin' at me like he wanna come to close
He saw me in the bathroom cryin' it was to
I couldn't even keep a straight face, like 2
All the fucka's around me they was to fake
I ain't got an out now they call me to late
Bar b q yesterday, the fuck was I at?
A football where's my mother fuckin' hi at?
I remember lizz moore drive after that
Starin at my chain, thinkin' ain't goin' back
I got a new life, get a new wife,
I'ma get a new 9, I it was do time
No matter wrong or who right
Life's like 'em up n rollin' 2 dice
Thin slice, and my ol school like where you been ice
Just marinatin, stomach achein shit ain't been
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Real shit ya'll... real shit ya'll...
Hey kev up, fadin off, meat [Fades Out:]
Yo kev up
3:]
Lil Kevin wake up its school time, get ya on
Don't no body you like me
We in the O zone, zone
All we got to eat today is
Time for you to pray, but I pray I carry full clips
You can't be like me I'ma fuck up,
And if we both fuckn' up you gone be just me
gone be a tight squeeze, we can get through this
You my 'lil nigga so nigga we do this
Shit, I can it on one hand
Old as I am I can cound it on one hand
We both mann
We both stretch it out like a rubber band
I got another plan, I got a of em
I'ma still wit em, I'm still run wit em
We gotta it goin, then I'm done wit it
That's it, I'ma my hands
I'm hella broke but I dance
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