Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

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I need no iron I'm already creased
I need no money I got mouthpiece

wit me who got that indo nigga mug wit me
Stick yo' pistol out the window have a few wit me
Nigga get up
Out of state license plate faulty ass tags
Trunk full of out door weed back seat full of garbage
Lookin' fo' money train lookin' fo' that treasure
Like to fuck alot mix the business wit the
What's up you timer you gone resign
Put a soul food in yo' mamas name and own your own clothing line
no tellin'
that's what Harold told Melvin back in the of penny loafs
When Teddy was in the blue notes
A big lip street was in the makin' a ferocious dangerous dude
A microscopic seed maranatin' in the fallopian tube
Ready to the world ready 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 seven
Move from the crest side to the
Go ask the v.p.d.
Betcha they tell you me
Betcha they tell you they been investigatin' my ass '83
Betcha say dude real,
betcha they say I don't know how that did it
but he sittin' on a few
All I gotta say is
Bet I know one betch you they know
who shot my mommas up that night on magazine
Should I say I wanna a face nah
cause if the district attorney get this tape they 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' album to do on jive, an' I'm

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

Let's go half on a forty an' a twamp sack of
I got a car coupty
So if its primer 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 mourning eatin'
Strapped with the 223 infrared
Who from nothin' who run the thirteen hundred block
Who used to top have to walk the streets wit holes in they socks
Who real, how many know the deal
Who got they church clothed from the will
Click shit a muthafuckas night
Niggas to it 'cause it's right
Money don't make me, I money
What I like fuckin' over a broad, playboy I'm a macaroni
I mean that got miles on her she's a ho
I mean that bitch can teach the how to blow
She's a pro though
Zulu jocka
The hood head

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

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

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