Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

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I don't need no I'm already creased
I don't need no money I got

Thug wit me who got indo nigga mug wit me
Stick yo' pistol out the have a few drinks wit me
get fired up
Out of state dummy plate faulty ass tags
Trunk full of out door weed back full of garbage bags
Lookin' fo' that money lookin' fo' that treasure
to fuck alot mix the business wit the pleasure
What's up you timer you gone resign
Put a soul food restaurant in yo' name and own your own clothing line
Ain't no
that's what Harold Melvin back in the days of penny loafs
Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the a ferocious dangerous dude
A little microscopic maranatin' in the fallopian tube
Ready to the world ready to say my speech
to come out early feet first nigga breeched
Uno uno dos tres
Drinkin' liquor out the baby bottle
Five five six six seven
Move the crest side to the hillside
Go ask the v.p.d.
Betcha they you about me
Betcha they tell you they been my ass since '83
Betcha they say real,
betcha they say I don't know how nigga did it
but he on a few mill
All I gotta say is
Bet I one thing betch you they know
who my mommas house up that night on magazine
Should I say I take a face nah
if the district attorney get this tape they might build a case
I'm high as fuck man it beatin' on my chest like Tarzan
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 need no money Igot

go half on a forty an' a twamp sack of broccoli
I got a car deville
So what if its colored so what it's a hooptie
So what if the tick I knwo I'm forty water
So what if I gotta get up under the 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 know the
Who got church clothed from the good will
Click shit a muthafuckas night
Niggas listen to it 'cause right
don't make me, I make 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 bitch can teach the wind how to blow
She's a pro groupie
jocka binaca
The hood head

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

I'm suited up sometimes I don't care
When I'm grindin' I don't brush my teeth or comb my
When I'm timin' I to buy drinks
When I'm timin' it's the thirteenth
you know how we livin'
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 tycoon, beanie caps, and kangols
Where all my niggas wit them federal on they ankles
Where all the hood-hoe dick
Where all my beautiful black intelligent

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