Luyện nghe bài hát Meal Ticket

My potna me fifty dollar, put me in the game
I been slangin' then I moved up to cane
Pushin' dem bouldas, dem quarters
I got 'em 2 for 3, God dammit, I'm a

Pushin' in weight state to state
Niggaz ridin' on my mobile phone, it's UGK
C said, "P, what's really goin' on?"
I said, "What's really happenin?" He said, "I gotta full of stones"

Now P, be dat new kid on the
36 choppin' up rocks in my rock shop
And label me a drug deala, just hard nigga
Rest in to 2Pac and the rest of y'all thug niggas

hookin' up, tryin' to make work
Sendin' from FedEx to UPS trucks
Now P livin' lavish, and cabbage
and beans and grits and cabbage

Down hustlin', ballin', slangin'
teamin' up, some niggaz gang bangin'
Used to drink 40s, now mo whet
Used to roll cutlass, now it's and vets

Beckett on my fingaz, watches
Hoes on the block, bounce ass, I mean pussy poppin'
Label me an alien, just like
'Cause I my money from the ghetto and I did it fast

'Cause I'm 'bout it, y'all I'm rowdy
Ask Big Mo and John if y'all doubt it
Hooked up 8-ball and MJG
'Cause we to get a meal ticket from these streets

Tryin' to get a ticket
Tryin' to get a meal
Tryin' to get a ticket
Tryin' to get a meal

to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal
Tryin' to get a ticket
to get a meal ticket

8-ball and MJG, south representin'
A nigga came to these hoes can't touch my pimpin'
through the swamp, P and me and G and UGK
Somethin' that a muthafucka fuck, what these hoes

'Cause we each be lookin for meal tickets, witches drivin' me
Lady, can I claim yo' Honey, call me the Shady, maybe
Construct the thinkin', we're to duckies bankin'
No laws somebody save me a slice of up in my grave

Captain 'em, pay 'em, before you get to lay 'em
Got a real nigga's job, so damn hard to play 'em
Weigh em, no weigh me, cause that's what they pay me
ain't dead baby, just ask MJG

Who be I? MJG, he be me but if I was he
And you was I, who would you see? One of us is
That when ya hungry, I do it only, bustas
Fakes, and phonies, about that money, my ticket?

Tryin' to get a meal
to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal
Tryin' to get a ticket

Tryin' to get a meal
Tryin' to get a meal
Tryin' to get a ticket
to get a meal ticket

Cocaine lady, white lady, sellin'
I'm leanin' on the leather and I'm on the wood
I'm feelin' on the great ballin' in the back
I'm C, bitch and Tree, us niggaz roll Cadillac

Bad ass bitches can't leave my dick
I done 'bout me a key and changed my name to Jones
Pimpin' ain't dead, ya heard what I said? How the fuck is dead?
Qhen bitches still givin' me Lickin' my ass if he'd be the deala

Suck the nut up out a [Incomprehensible] bucket slow suave nigga
Now bitch I be the prison pushin'
A 4 for 4 doors, of the quarters
Fuckin' with nothin' but queens and daughters

Get cleansed, weeded, and watered, I like a Asian, Malaysian
Saudi Arabian, I be blazin' in the Golden Gate, swish it out
Holdin' weight, I hits the block, I'm rollin' bait, them come out
They know they got to the cake, I motivate

dealas, ballas, hatas, shops and boppas
Jekyll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde, and
That ride with glocks and choppas we out

Tryin' to get a ticket
Tryin' to get a meal
Tryin' to get a ticket
Tryin' to get a meal

Tryin' to get a ticket
Tryin' to get a ticket
Tryin' to get a meal
Tryin' to get a ticket

Tryin' to get a ticket
to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a ticket
Tryin' to get a ticket