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

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

It's a quarter after on my AM, FM
Shack, digital motel, six o clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit the
You afford to pass no money, I know 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 person for certain I

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

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

I does that, I do, rejuvenate,
Take a lose, take a lose make a scene
Nigga charge it to the triple beam, the stress
I let that box of baking soda do the rest

Holler at my neighborhood chef,
Known for cloning chickens and one into two
That's he do for a living, that's all he's used to
Playtex rubber washing gloves and residue, biotch

ain't nothin'
You see we keep 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 you on that playboy, look
We fin to run a whole tac on these bitch ass, niggaz
Niggas ain't smellin' this shit, we do this

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

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

Now folks, just remember, I never I thought about lickin' pussy
I said I never about eatin' it
it and treatin' 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 empty apartments, man
I'm a baller so you know I got shit in my name

I'm strictly ghetto celebrity, get buried
Ready for combat if you and plannin'
Oh if you come for me and confiscate my
Let the be the bail
But my suggestion is to within your envelope

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

Uhh, hold the on
Did you or did you not tell these niggaz to within they envelope?
Shit, these toddlers is green to the
They ain't know about these tramps
Six bedroom and gettin' dealt
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 traders
And bought a
Use to have a perm taller the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut bitch off 'cause see your partna had warrant

That I ain't even handled yet, although I'm havin'
The homie from the hood, want me to put out his tape
He tight too, remind me of The Click crew
'Cause was spittin' that old high powered
Godzilla ballin' guru, ass type you can relate to

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

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

My in the city
They it made
Top regeneration, uncut
weed, straight hempilation, what the fuck?

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