Luyện nghe bài hát Meat

Alarm clock, I alarm clocks*
Hey babe I get up
shit 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 don't buy em I'ma kill them in they sleep
Bring the cheese
We gonna eat like the Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese
Gettin' dirty meats, make me some stacks of G's
With the a-r uzi machine
All you do is wash it off and then put it in the freeze
And then we good for couple of weeks
When you get older like me you'll be tuckin the
And if not you, you'll be in the street
I wanna say ya mom you, but thats up to she
But we gonna do what we do n that's get the meat
music got my back they hopefully
But if not really ain't no hope for me
That means you through the same situation
That means we gone keep through the same shit you hatin'

Meat, we gotta something to eat
Even if we go do it on the street
Even if we gotta go shootin' with the
if we lie to dude we gone get the meat, (meat, meat)
2:]
I only got enough money for top ramen
My son at me like he don't wanna come to close
He saw me in the cryin' it was to late
I couldn't even a straight face, like 2 face
All the mother fucka's around me they was to
I ain't got an album out now they me to late
Bar b q yesterday, where the was I at?
A game where's my mother fuckin' hi at?
I remember moore drive even after that
Starin at my strange chain, ain't goin' back
I got a new life, get a new wife,
get a new 9, I think it was do time
No who's wrong or who right
like shakin' 'em up n rollin' 2 dice
Thin slice, and my ol school homey where you been ice
Just marinatin, stomach achein shit ain't been
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Real shit ya'll... shit ya'll... meat
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 love you me
We in the O zone, zone
All we got to eat today is
Time for you to pray, but I don't pray I carry full
You can't be like me I'ma fuck up,
And if we both up you gone be just like me
It's gone be a tight squeeze, we can get through
You my 'lil nigga so nigga we gone do
Shit, I can count it on one
Old as I am I can still cound it on one
We both mann
We both gotta it out like a rubber band
I got plan, I got a million of em
I'ma still come wit em, I'm run wit em
We gotta it goin, then I'm done wit it
it, I'ma whipe my hands
I'm hella broke but I dance
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