Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

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

Thug wit me who got that indo 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 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 resign
Put a soul food restaurant in yo' mamas and own your own clothing line
no tellin'
that's what Harold Melvin back in the days of penny loafs
When Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dangerous
A little microscopic seed maranatin' in the fallopian
to face the world ready to say my speech
Ready to come out early feet first breeched
Uno uno dos tres
Drinkin' malt liquor out the bottle
Five five six six seven
Move from the crest to the hillside
Go ask the v.p.d.
Betcha they you about me
Betcha they tell you been investigatin' my ass since '83
Betcha they say real,
betcha 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 thing you they know
who shot my mommas up that night on magazine
I say I wanna take a face nah
cause if the district attorney get this tape they might build a
I'm high as fuck man inhalin' it on my chest like Tarzan
it fo' ten
Five lucky to be
I got one mo' album to do on jive, an' I'm gone

2x]
I don't need no iron I'm creased
I need 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 colored so what it's a hooptie
So what if the lifters tick I I'm forty water
So what if I get up under the engine an' tap the starter
In the eatin' cereal
Strapped the 223 infrared material
Who come from nothin' who run the hundred block
Who used to top have to the streets floodin' wit holes in they socks
Who really real, how many the deal
Who got they church clothed from the will
shit makes a muthafuckas night
Niggas listen to it 'cause it's
Money don't make me, I 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 though
Zulu binaca
The head knocka'

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

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

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