Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

3x]
I don't need no iron I'm already
I don't need no money I got

Thug wit me who got that indo mug wit me
Stick yo' out the window have a few drinks wit me
Nigga get up
Out of state license plate faulty ass tags
Trunk full of out door back seat full of garbage bags
Lookin' fo' money train lookin' fo' that treasure
Like to fuck alot mix the business wit the
What's up you timer when you gone
Put a soul food restaurant in yo' mamas name and own your own line
no tellin'
that's what Harold told Melvin back in the days of loafs
When Teddy was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dude
A little microscopic seed maranatin' in the tube
to face the world ready to say my speech
Ready to come out early feet first breeched
Uno uno dos tres
malt liquor out the baby bottle
Five six six seven eight
from the crest side to the hillside
Go ask the v.p.d.
Betcha they tell you me
Betcha they tell you they been my ass since '83
they say dude real,
betcha say I don't know how that nigga did it
but he on a few mill
All I gotta say is
Bet I know one thing betch you know
who shot my mommas house up that 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 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 need no money mouthpiece

Let's go half on a an' a twamp sack of broccoli
I got a car coupty
So if its primer colored so what it's a hooptie
So what if the lifters tick I knwo I'm water
So if I gotta get up under the engine an' tap the starter
In the eatin' cereal
with the 223 infrared material
Who come from nothin' who run the hundred block
Who used to top have to walk the streets floodin' wit in they socks
Who real, how many know the deal
Who got they church clothed from the good
Click shit a muthafuckas night
Niggas listen to it it's right
Money don't make me, I make
What I look like over a broad, playboy I'm a macaroni
I that 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 head knocka'

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

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

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