Luyện nghe bài hát Meat

Alarm clock, I hate alarm
Hey babe I get up
shit ya'll
1:]
I only got money for some hamburger meat
But i still ain't trippin that's the I like to eat
But my son he daddy this is all we got to eat
I'm like son I'm to sing big time
I'm downloadin' and I'ma start writin' to em
And if the fans don't buy em I'ma kill in they sleep
Bring the cheese
We gonna eat somehow the Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese
Gettin' dirty meats, me some fuckn' stacks of G's
the a-r automatic uzi machine
All you gota do is it off and then put it in the freeze
And then we good for couple of weeks
When you get older me you'll be tuckin the heat
And if not you, you'll be stuck in the
I wanna say ya mom you, but thats up to she
But we gonna do we gotta do n that's get the meat
Strange got my back they hopefully
But if not they really no hope for me
That means you goin' the same situation
That means we keep goin' through the same shit you hatin'

Meat, we find something to eat
Even if we gotta go do it on the
Even if we go shootin' with the heat
if we lie to dude we gone get the meat, (meat, meat)
2:]
I only got enough money for top noodles
My son lookin' at me like he don't wanna come to
He saw me in the bathroom it was to late
I couldn't even keep a straight face, 2 face
All the mother around me they was to fake
I ain't got an album out now they call me to
Bar b q yesterday, the fuck was I at?
A football game where's my mother hi at?
I remember lizz moore even after that
Starin at my chain, thinkin' ain't goin' back
I got a new life, get a new wife,
get a new 9, I think it was do time
No who's wrong or who right
Life's like shakin' 'em up n rollin' 2
Thin slice, and my ol school homey like you been ice
Just marinatin, stomach shit ain't been right
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Vocals]
Real ya'll... real shit ya'll... meat
Hey kev up, fadin off, meat [Fades Out:]
Yo kev up
3:]
Lil wake up its school time, get ya clothes 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 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 through
You my 'lil so nigga we gone do this
Shit, I can count it on one
Old as I am I can still it on one hand
We both mann
We gotta 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 keep it goin, then I'm wit it
it, I'ma whipe my hands
I'm broke but I don't dance
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