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 nigga mug wit me
Stick yo' pistol out the window have a few wit me
get fired up
Out of dummy license plate faulty ass tags
Trunk of out door weed back seat full of garbage bags
Lookin' fo' that money train lookin' fo' 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 line
Ain't no
that's what Harold told Melvin in the days of penny loafs
Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dangerous
A little microscopic seed in the fallopian tube
Ready to face the world to say my speech
Ready to come out early feet first nigga
Uno uno dos quattro
Drinkin' liquor out the baby bottle
Five six six seven eight
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 say dude real,
betcha they say I don't know how nigga did it
but he sittin' on a few
All I say is nemesis
Bet I know one thing betch you they
who shot my mommas house up that on magazine
Should I say I wanna take a nah
cause if the district attorney get this tape they build a case
I'm high as fuck man inhalin' it beatin' on my chest like
it fo' ten
Five to be alive
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 forty an' a sack of broccoli
I got a car coupty
So what if its colored so what it's a hooptie
So what if the lifters tick I I'm forty water
So if I gotta get up under the engine an' tap the starter
In the mourning cereal
Strapped with the 223 infrared
Who come from nothin' who run the thirteen hundred
Who used to top have to walk the streets floodin' wit holes in they
Who really real, how many the deal
Who got they church clothed from the good
Click makes a muthafuckas night
Niggas listen to it it's right
Money don't make me, I money
What I look like over a broad, playboy I'm a macaroni
I mean bitch got miles on her she's a ho
I mean that bitch can teach the wind how to
a pro groupie though
Zulu jocka
The hood knocka'

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

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

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