Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

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I don't need no iron I'm creased
I don't need no I got mouthpiece

Thug wit me who got indo nigga mug wit me
Stick yo' pistol out the window a few drinks wit me
get fired up
Out of state license plate faulty ass tags
Trunk full of out door weed back seat full of bags
Lookin' fo' that money train lookin' fo' that
Like to alot mix the business wit the pleasure
What's up you timer you gone resign
Put a soul food in yo' mamas name and own your own clothing line
Ain't no
that's what Harold told Melvin in the days of penny loafs
When Pendegrass was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dude
A microscopic seed maranatin' in the fallopian tube
Ready to face the world to say my speech
Ready to come out early feet first breeched
Uno uno dos quattro
Drinkin' malt out the baby bottle
Five five six six eight
from the crest side to the hillside
Go ask the v.p.d.
Betcha tell you about me
Betcha they tell you they been investigatin' my ass '83
they say dude real,
betcha they say I don't know how that did it
but he on a few mill
All I say is nemesis
Bet I know one betch you they know
who shot my mommas house up that on magazine
Should I say I wanna a face nah
cause if the district attorney get this they might build a case
I'm high as fuck man inhalin' it beatin' on my chest Tarzan
it fo' ten
Five lucky to be
I only got one mo' album to do on jive, an' I'm

2x]
I don't need no iron I'm already
I don't no money Igot mouthpiece

Let's go half on a an' a twamp sack of broccoli
I got a car coupty
So what if its colored so what it's a hooptie
So if the lifters tick I knwo I'm forty water
So what if I gotta get up under the an' tap the starter
In the mourning cereal
Strapped with the 223 material
Who come from nothin' who run the thirteen block
Who used to top to walk the streets floodin' wit holes in they socks
Who real, how many know the deal
Who got they church from the good will
shit makes a muthafuckas night
Niggas listen to it it's right
Money make me, I make money
What I look like fuckin' over a broad, playboy I'm a
I mean that got miles on her she's a ho
I that bitch can teach the wind how to blow
She's a pro groupie
Zulu jocka
The hood knocka'

1x]
I don't need no I'm already creased
I need no money I got mouthpiece

I'm suited up sometimes I don't care
When I'm grindin' I don't brush my or comb my hair
When I'm timin' I like to buy
When I'm it's louie the thirteenth
Ballers you how we livin'
You how we meet 'em in the parking lot at popeye's chicken
I can mesmerize a hoe by
Can you a g look like ten thousand
Where all my ghetto tycoon, caps, and kangols
Where all my wit them federal beepers on they ankles
all the hood-hoe dick teasers
Where all my black intelligent divas

1x]
I dont' no iron I'm already creased
I need no money I got mouthpiece