Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

3x]
I don't need no I'm already creased
I don't need no money I got

Thug wit me who got that indo mug wit me
Stick yo' pistol out the window have a few wit me
Nigga get up
Out of state dummy plate faulty ass tags
Trunk full of out weed back seat full of garbage bags
Lookin' fo' that money train lookin' fo' treasure
to fuck alot mix the business wit the pleasure
What's up you timer when you gone
Put a food restaurant in yo' mamas name and own your own clothing line
no tellin'
that's what Harold told Melvin in the days of penny loafs
When Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue
A big lip nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dangerous dude
A little microscopic seed maranatin' in the fallopian
Ready to the world ready to say my speech
Ready to come out feet first nigga breeched
Uno uno dos quattro
Drinkin' malt liquor out the bottle
Five six six seven eight
Move from the crest to the hillside
Go ask the v.p.d.
Betcha tell you about me
Betcha they tell you they been my ass since '83
they say dude real,
betcha they say I don't how that nigga did it
but he sittin' on a few
All I say is nemesis
Bet I know one betch you they know
who shot my house up that night on magazine
I say I wanna take a face nah
cause if the district attorney get tape they might build a case
I'm high as fuck man it beatin' on my chest like Tarzan
it fo' ten
Five lucky to be
I only got one mo' to do on jive, an' I'm gone

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

go half on a forty an' a twamp sack of broccoli
I got a car deville
So what if its colored so what it's a hooptie
So what if the lifters tick I knwo I'm water
So what if I gotta get up under the engine an' tap the
In the mourning cereal
Strapped with the 223 infrared
Who come from nothin' who run the thirteen hundred
Who used to top have to the streets floodin' wit holes in they socks
Who really real, how many know the
Who got they church from the good will
shit makes a muthafuckas night
Niggas listen to it it's right
Money don't make me, I make
What I look like fuckin' a broad, playboy I'm a macaroni
I mean that bitch got miles on her a ho
I mean that bitch can the wind how to blow
She's a pro groupie
Zulu binaca
The hood head

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

Sometimes I'm suited up sometimes I don't
When I'm grindin' I don't brush my teeth or my hair
When I'm timin' I like to buy
I'm timin' 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 make a g look like ten
Where all my tycoon, beanie caps, and kangols
Where all my niggas wit them federal on they ankles
all the hood-hoe dick teasers
Where all my beautiful intelligent divas

1x]
I dont' need no iron I'm creased
I don't need no I got mouthpiece