Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

3x]
I don't no iron 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
Nigga get up
Out of state dummy plate faulty ass tags
Trunk full of out door weed back seat full of bags
fo' that money train lookin' fo' that treasure
Like to fuck alot mix the business wit the
up you timer when you gone resign
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 was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dude
A little seed maranatin' in the fallopian tube
to face the world ready to say my speech
Ready to out early feet first nigga breeched
Uno uno dos quattro
Drinkin' malt liquor out the bottle
Five five six six seven
from the crest side to the hillside
Go ask the v.p.d.
Betcha they tell you me
Betcha tell you they been investigatin' my ass since '83
they say dude real,
betcha they say I don't know how nigga did it
but he on a few mill
All I say is nemesis
Bet I know one betch you they know
who shot my mommas house up night on magazine
Should I say I take a face nah
cause if the district attorney get this tape might build a case
I'm as fuck man inhalin' 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 no iron I'm already creased
I don't need no money Igot

go half on a forty an' a twamp sack of broccoli
I got a car coupty
So what if its primer so what it's a hooptie
So what if the lifters tick I knwo I'm forty
So if I gotta get up under the engine an' tap the starter
In the mourning eatin'
Strapped with the 223 material
Who come from nothin' who run the hundred block
Who used to top to walk the streets floodin' wit holes in they socks
Who really real, how know the deal
Who got they church clothed the good will
shit makes a muthafuckas night
Niggas to it 'cause it's right
Money don't make me, I money
What I look like fuckin' over a broad, I'm a macaroni
I mean that got miles on her she's a ho
I mean bitch can teach the wind how to blow
She's a pro though
Zulu jocka
The head knocka'

1x]
I need no iron I'm already creased
I need no money 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 I like to buy drinks
When I'm timin' it's the thirteenth
you know how we livin'
You know how we meet 'em in the lot at popeye's chicken
I can mesmerize a hoe by
Can you make a g like ten thousand
all my ghetto tycoon, beanie caps, and kangols
Where all my niggas wit them federal beepers on ankles
all the hood-hoe dick teasers
Where all my beautiful black divas

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