Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

3x]
I don't no iron I'm already creased
I don't no money 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 dummy license faulty ass tags
Trunk full of out door weed back seat full of garbage
Lookin' fo' that money train fo' that treasure
Like to fuck alot mix the wit the pleasure
What's up you timer you gone resign
Put a soul food restaurant in yo' mamas name and own your own clothing
no tellin'
that's what Harold told Melvin back in the of penny loafs
When Pendegrass was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a dangerous dude
A little microscopic seed in the fallopian tube
Ready to face the world ready to say my
Ready to come out early first nigga breeched
Uno uno dos quattro
Drinkin' malt liquor out the baby
Five five six six eight
Move from the crest to the hillside
Go ask the v.p.d.
Betcha they tell you me
Betcha they tell you been investigatin' my ass since '83
Betcha say dude real,
they say I don't know 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
Should I say I take a face nah
cause if the district attorney get this tape they might a case
I'm high as man inhalin' it beatin' on my chest like Tarzan
it fo' ten
Five to be alive
I got one mo' album to do on jive, an' I'm gone

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

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

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

Sometimes I'm suited up sometimes I care
When I'm grindin' I don't brush my teeth or comb my
I'm timin' I like to buy drinks
When I'm timin' louie the thirteenth
you know how we livin'
You know how we meet 'em in the parking lot at popeye's
I can a hoe by jowsin
Can you make a g like ten thousand
Where all my tycoon, beanie caps, and kangols
Where all my niggas wit federal beepers on they ankles
Where all the hood-hoe teasers
all my beautiful black intelligent divas

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