Luyện nghe bài hát Meat

Alarm clock, I hate clocks*
Hey babe I get up
Real ya'll
1:]
I only got money for some hamburger meat
But i ain't trippin that's the shit I like to eat
But my son he like daddy is all we got to eat
I'm son I'm about to sing big time
I'm downloadin' beats and start writin' to em
And if the fans buy em I'ma kill them in they sleep
Bring the extra
We eat somehow like the Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese
Gettin' meats, make me some fuckn' stacks of G's
With the a-r uzi machine
All you gota do is wash it off and then put it in the
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 in the street
I wanna say ya mom you, but thats up to she
But we gonna do we gotta do n that's get the meat
Strange music got my they hopefully
But if not really ain't no hope for me
That you goin' through the same situation
That means we gone keep goin' the same shit you hatin'

Meat, we gotta something to eat
Even if we gotta go do it on the
Even if we gotta go shootin' the heat
Even if we lie to dude we get the meat, (meat, meat)
2:]
I only got enough money for top ramen
My son lookin' at me he don't 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 mother fucka's around me was to fake
I ain't got an album out now 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 even that
Starin at my strange chain, thinkin' goin' back
I got a new life, get a new wife,
I'ma get a new 9, I it was do time
No matter who's wrong or who
Life's like shakin' 'em up n rollin' 2
Thin slice, and my ol school homey like where you ice
Just marinatin, stomach achein ain't been right
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shit ya'll... real shit ya'll... meat
Hey kev wake up, fadin off, [Fades Out:]
Yo kev up
3:]
Lil Kevin wake up its school time, get ya on
Don't no love you like 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 cause fuck up,
And if we both fuckn' up you gone be 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 it on one hand
Old as I am I can still it on one hand
We both Kevin
We both gotta it out like a rubber band
I got another plan, I got a of em
I'ma still come wit em, I'm run wit em
We gotta keep it goin, I'm done wit it
That's it, whipe my hands
I'm broke but I don't dance
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