Luyện nghe bài hát Meat

Alarm clock, I hate clocks*
Hey I gotta get up
Real shit
1:]
I only got enough for some hamburger meat
But i still ain't trippin 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 beats and I'ma start writin' to em
And if the fans don't buy em I'ma them in they sleep
Bring the extra
We gonna eat somehow the Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese
Gettin' dirty meats, make me fuckn' stacks of G's
the a-r automatic uzi machine
All you gota do is it off and then put it in the freeze
And then we good for another of weeks
When you get older like me be tuckin the heat
And if not you, be stuck in the street
I say ya mom love 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 they ain't no hope for me
That means you through the same situation
means we gone keep goin' through the same shit you hatin'

Meat, we gotta find to eat
if we gotta go do it on the street
Even if we go shootin' with the heat
Even if we lie to dude we get the meat, (meat, meat)
2:]
I only got money for top ramen noodles
My son lookin' at me like he don't come to close
He saw me in the bathroom it was to late
I couldn't even keep a straight face, like 2
All the mother fucka's around me they was to
I ain't got an out now they call me to late
Bar b q yesterday, where the was I at?
A football game where's my mother hi at?
I remember lizz drive even after that
Starin at my strange chain, 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 who's 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 wake up, off, meat [Fades Out:]
Yo kev up
3:]
Lil Kevin wake up its school time, get ya on
no body love you like me
We in the O zone, twilight
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 cause fuck up,
And if we both fuckn' up you gone be like me
It's be a tight squeeze, we can get through this
You my 'lil nigga so nigga we gone do
Shit, I can count it on one
Old as I am I can still it on one hand
We both Kevin
We both gotta stretch it out a rubber band
I got another plan, I got a of em
still come wit em, I'm still run wit em
We keep it goin, then I'm done wit it
it, I'ma whipe my hands
I'm hella but I don't dance
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