Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

3x]
I need no iron I'm already creased
I need no money I got mouthpiece

Thug wit me who got that nigga mug wit me
Stick yo' pistol out the window a few drinks wit me
Nigga get up
Out of state dummy plate faulty ass tags
full of out door weed back seat full of garbage bags
Lookin' fo' money train lookin' fo' that treasure
Like to alot mix the business wit the pleasure
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 back in the days of penny loafs
Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a dangerous dude
A little microscopic maranatin' in the fallopian tube
Ready to face the world to say my speech
Ready to out early feet first nigga breeched
Uno uno dos quattro
Drinkin' malt out the baby bottle
five six six seven eight
Move the crest side to the hillside
Go ask the v.p.d.
Betcha tell you about me
Betcha they tell you they been my ass since '83
Betcha say dude real,
they say I don't know how that nigga did it
but he sittin' on a few
All I say is nemesis
Bet I know one thing betch you 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 they might 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' to do on jive, an' I'm gone

2x]
I don't no iron I'm already creased
I don't need no 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 what if I get up under the engine an' tap the starter
In the mourning eatin'
Strapped the 223 infrared material
Who come from nothin' who run the thirteen hundred
Who used to top have to the streets floodin' wit holes in they socks
Who really real, how many the deal
Who got they church clothed the good will
Click makes a muthafuckas night
Niggas listen to it 'cause it's
Money don't make me, I make
What I like fuckin' 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 how to blow
She's a pro groupie
jocka binaca
The head knocka'

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 I don't brush my teeth or comb my hair
When I'm timin' I like to buy
When I'm it's louie the thirteenth
you know how we livin'
You know how we meet 'em in the parking lot at chicken
I can mesmerize a hoe by
Can you make a g look like ten
Where all my ghetto tycoon, beanie caps, and
Where all my niggas wit federal beepers on they ankles
Where all the dick teasers
Where all my beautiful black intelligent

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