Luyện nghe bài hát Meat

Alarm clock, I hate alarm
Hey babe I get up
Real shit
1:]
I only got enough money for hamburger meat
But i still ain't trippin the shit I like to eat
But my son he like this is all we got to eat
I'm like son I'm about to sing big
I'm downloadin' beats and start writin' to em
And if the fans don't buy em I'ma kill in they sleep
Bring the cheese
We eat somehow like the Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese
Gettin' dirty meats, make me 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 we good for another couple of weeks
When you get older like me you'll be tuckin the
And if not you, be stuck in the street
I wanna say ya mom you, but thats up to she
But we gonna do what we gotta do n that's get the
Strange got my back they hopefully
But if not they really no hope for me
That means you goin' the same situation
That means we gone keep goin' through the same shit you

Meat, we find something to eat
Even if we go do it on the street
if we gotta go shootin' 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 like he don't come to close
He saw me in the cryin' it was to late
I couldn't even keep a face, like 2 face
All the mother fucka's around me they was to
I ain't got an album out now call me to late
Bar b q yesterday, where the was I at?
A football game where's my mother hi at?
I remember moore drive even after that
Starin at my chain, thinkin' ain't goin' back
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 'em up n rollin' 2 dice
Thin slice, and my ol school homey like where you ice
Just marinatin, stomach achein shit been right
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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 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 be like me cause I'ma fuck up,
And if we both fuckn' up you gone be like me
gone 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 still cound it on one
We both mann
We both gotta stretch it out a rubber 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, whipe my hands
I'm hella broke but I dance
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