Luyện nghe bài hát Meat

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

Meat, we gotta find to eat
Even if we gotta go do it on the
Even if we gotta go with the heat
Even if we lie to we gone 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 it was to late
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 they me to late
Bar b q yesterday, where the was I at?
A football where's my mother fuckin' hi at?
I lizz moore drive even after that
at my strange 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 who's or who right
like shakin' 'em up n rollin' 2 dice
Thin slice, and my ol school homey like where you ice
Just marinatin, stomach shit ain't been right
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[Background
shit ya'll... real shit ya'll... meat
Hey kev up, fadin off, meat [Fades Out:]
Yo kev up
3:]
Lil Kevin up its school time, get ya clothes on
Don't no body love you me
We in the O zone, zone
All we got to eat is bullshit
Time for you to pray, but I don't I carry full clips
You can't be like me cause I'ma up,
And if we fuckn' up you gone be just like me
gone be a tight squeeze, we can get through this
You my nigga so nigga we gone do this
Shit, I can it on one hand
Old as I am I can cound it on one hand
We Kevin mann
We both gotta stretch it out like a rubber
I got plan, I got a million 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, whipe my hands
I'm broke but I don't dance
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