Luyện nghe bài hát Meat

Alarm clock, I hate alarm
Hey I gotta 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 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 them in they sleep
the extra cheese
We gonna eat like the Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese
Gettin' dirty meats, me some fuckn' stacks of G's
the a-r automatic uzi machine
All you do is wash it off and then put it in the freeze
And then we for another couple of weeks
When you get older like me you'll be tuckin the
And if not you, you'll be stuck in the
I say ya mom love you, but thats up to she
But we gonna do what we gotta do n that's get the
music got my back they hopefully
But if not they really no hope for me
That you goin' through the same situation
means we gone 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 money for top noodles
My son lookin' at me he don't wanna come to close
He saw me in the cryin' it was to late
I even keep a straight face, like 2 face
All the mother fucka's around me was to fake
I ain't got an album out now they call me to
Bar b q yesterday, where the was I at?
A football game where's my fuckin' hi at?
I remember lizz moore drive even after
Starin at my strange chain, thinkin' ain't 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
Life's like 'em up n rollin' 2 dice
Thin slice, and my ol homey like where you been ice
marinatin, stomach achein shit ain't been right
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Vocals]
Real shit ya'll... real ya'll... meat
Hey kev wake up, fadin off, meat Out:]
Yo kev up
3:]
Lil Kevin wake up its school time, get ya on
Don't no body 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 I'ma fuck up,
And if we both fuckn' up you be just like me
It's be a tight squeeze, we can get through this
You my 'lil nigga so we gone do this
Shit, I can count it on one
Old as I am I can cound it on one hand
We both mann
We both gotta stretch it out like a 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 broke but I dance
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