Luyện nghe bài hát $999,999 + $1 = A Mealticket

Huh? Want me to the real?
Speak the man
Nigga, the real
the real
Speak the
the real
Speak the

It's a after nine on my AM, FM
Radio Shack, digital motel, six o clock reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit the
You can't afford to pass no money, I you heard about that"

What, what? "Task Millersville, Ms. Miller had a heart attack"
Dude, that's some cold shit, ain't it
I know, she was a good for certain I know

V-Town, California, where I was born, and grown
And since 1979, I been a on the go
You know the drill, my mission for real, a
You feel, we slowly but surely approachin' digits

Figurines, sticky doo hicky and Angel
Mescaline, niggas better than fuck with us
I'm pimped out in Reno in the casino
Big bid, fuckin' off feddie, I put down on a crib

I that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
Take a lose, take a lose don't a scene
Nigga it to the triple beam, fuck the stress
I let orange box of baking soda do the rest

Holler at my chef, Raul
Known for chickens and turning one into two
what he do for a living, that's all he's used to
Playtex rubber dish washing and residue, biotch

Bullshit ain't
You see we gone this thuggin'
And mean muggin', jump until it's a done
You see E-40 and Wid, it bring the real, nothin' but
if I bring this back down?
Which one, one cap'n?
You got to be about it or be it
Be about it or without it, ay, you what?
I smell you on that playboy,
We fin to run down a whole tac on these ass, niggaz
Niggas smellin' this shit, we do this shit

Last night I slapped a bitch upside her with my faulty phone
That Heifer's tired she tried to my tire
Caught me in the bed with her cousin
the track she use to hold my sack
I use to dick her

Way in eighty-six she use to look just like a sketch
But now that bitch got a ass, tits, and boy, that bitch is bad
For what it's worth, the pussy smelled like
Secret

Now folks, just remember, I never I thought about lickin' pussy
I said I thought about eatin' it
Keepin' it and it nice
that, I'm a hog

I put it down, I'm from the
Where I live on the outskirts of on the tuck in the cut
In some apartments, man
I'm a so you know I ain't got shit in my name

I'm ghetto celebrity, niggaz get buried
for combat if you plottin' and plannin'
Oh if you for me and confiscate my dough
Let the buzzer be the
But my suggestion is to stay within envelope

I'm block to block, on vines
Community service, put up signs

Uhh, hold the on
Did you or did you not tell these to stay within they envelope?
Shit, these toddlers is green to the
They ain't know nothin' these tramps
Six bedroom flats and gettin'
And held a hand the mat
You see we from the Yay, we control they minds
And put these on the grind

got to but I still touch it
Went to 7-Eleven, picked up a book
And a bucket
Use to have a taller than the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off 'cause see partna had warrant

That I even handled yet, although I'm havin' cake
The little homie from the hood, me to put out his tape
He kinda tight too, me of The Click crew
they was spittin' that old high powered
Godzilla ballin' guru, ass shit you can relate to

Wake to, 'scape to when it's
by, slide by, get at a honey
I know streets like I know my dick
I can tell you who the nigga is that's about to get
And the nigga pulled the lick

I got this on lock
999,999 plus a in a safe deposit box
Marijuana crops still in roster
Kilogram, leaf and morphine
about my niggas in the 415?
Look they made

My niggaz in the
They call it
Top regeneration, uncut
Designer weed, straight hempilation, the fuck?

Sheit, sheit, sheit sheit, sheit sheit,
999,999 plus a dollar, plus a man
a dollar, plus a dollar, man, equals a mealticket bitch
Biotch, sheit, sheit, it