Luyện nghe bài hát Meat

Alarm clock, I hate clocks*
Hey I gotta get up
Real ya'll
1:]
I got enough money for some 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 son I'm about to sing big time
I'm downloadin' beats and I'ma writin' to em
And if the fans buy em I'ma kill them in they sleep
Bring the cheese
We gonna eat somehow the Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese
Gettin' dirty meats, make me some fuckn' of G's
With the a-r uzi machine
All you do is wash it off and then put it in the freeze
And then we good for another 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 do n that's get the meat
music got my back they hopefully
But if not they ain't no hope 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' 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 couldn't keep a straight face, like 2 face
All the mother around me they was to fake
I got an album out now they call me to late
Bar b q yesterday, where the was I at?
A football where's my mother fuckin' hi at?
I remember lizz moore even after that
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 matter who's or who right
like shakin' 'em up n rollin' 2 dice
Thin slice, and my ol school like where you been ice
Just marinatin, stomach achein shit ain't right
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Vocals]
Real ya'll... real shit ya'll... meat
Hey kev wake up, fadin off, [Fades 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, twilight
All we got to eat is bullshit
Time for you to pray, but I pray I carry full clips
You can't be like me cause I'ma up,
And if we both up you gone be just like me
It's be a tight squeeze, we can get through this
You my 'lil so nigga we gone do this
Shit, I can it on one hand
Old as I am I can still cound it on one
We Kevin mann
We both gotta stretch it out a rubber band
I got plan, I got a million of em
I'ma come wit em, I'm still run wit em
We keep 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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