Luyện nghe bài hát Meat

Alarm clock, I alarm clocks*
Hey I gotta get up
Real shit
1:]
I only got enough for some hamburger meat
But i still ain't that's the shit I like to eat
But my son he like daddy is all we got to eat
I'm like son I'm about to sing big
I'm downloadin' beats and I'ma start to em
And if the fans don't buy em I'ma them 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 gota do is wash it off and then put it in the
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 get the meat
Strange music got my back they
But if not they really ain't no for me
That means you through the same situation
That we gone keep goin' through the same shit you hatin'

Meat, we find something to eat
if we gotta go do it on the street
Even if we gotta go shootin' with the
if we lie to dude we gone get the meat, (meat, meat)
2:]
I only got money for top ramen noodles
My son lookin' at me he don't wanna come to close
He saw me in the cryin' 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, the fuck was I at?
A football game my mother fuckin' hi at?
I remember moore drive even after that
Starin at my strange chain, thinkin' ain't goin'
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 where you been ice
Just marinatin, stomach achein ain't 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 time, get ya clothes on
Don't no body you like me
We in the O zone, twilight
All we got to eat today is
Time for you to pray, but I don't pray I carry full
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 this
You my 'lil nigga so nigga we gone do
Shit, I can count it on one
Old as I am I can cound it on one hand
We both Kevin
We both stretch it out like a rubber band
I got plan, I got a million of em
I'ma still come wit em, I'm run wit em
We gotta it goin, then I'm done wit it
That's it, I'ma whipe my
I'm hella but I don't dance
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