Luyện nghe bài hát Meat

Alarm clock, I hate alarm
Hey babe I get up
shit ya'll
1:]
I only got enough money for some hamburger
But i still trippin that's the shit I like to eat
But my son he daddy this is all we got to eat
I'm son I'm about to sing big time
I'm downloadin' beats and I'ma start to em
And if the fans don't buy em I'ma kill in they sleep
Bring the extra
We gonna eat like the Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese
Gettin' dirty meats, make me some fuckn' of G's
the a-r automatic uzi machine
All you gota do is wash it off and then put it in the
And then we good for 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 do what we gotta do n that's get the meat
Strange music got my back hopefully
But if not they really ain't no for me
That means you goin' through the situation
That means we keep goin' through the same shit you hatin'

Meat, we find 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 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 it was to late
I couldn't even keep a straight face, 2 face
All the mother fucka's around me was to fake
I ain't got an album out now they me to late
Bar b q yesterday, where the was I at?
A football where's my mother fuckin' hi at?
I remember lizz moore even after that
Starin at my strange chain, thinkin' ain't goin'
I got a new life, get a new wife,
get a new 9, I think it was do time
No matter who's or who right
Life's like shakin' 'em up n rollin' 2
Thin slice, and my ol school homey like you been ice
Just marinatin, achein shit 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 time, get ya clothes 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 I carry full clips
You be like me cause I'ma 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 count it on one
Old as I am I can still cound it on one
We both mann
We both gotta stretch it out like a band
I got another plan, I got a of em
I'ma come wit em, I'm still run wit em
We gotta keep it goin, then I'm wit it
That's it, I'ma my hands
I'm broke but I don't dance
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