Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

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

Thug wit me who got that indo mug wit me
Stick yo' pistol out the window have a few wit me
Nigga get up
Out of dummy license plate faulty ass tags
full of out door weed back seat full of garbage bags
Lookin' fo' that money lookin' fo' that treasure
Like to fuck mix the business wit the pleasure
up you timer when you gone resign
Put a soul food restaurant in yo' name and own your own clothing line
Ain't no
what Harold told Melvin back in the days of penny loafs
When Teddy Pendegrass was in the notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dangerous
A little microscopic seed in the fallopian tube
to face the world ready to say my speech
Ready to come out early feet 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 tell you me
Betcha they tell you they investigatin' my ass since '83
they say dude real,
betcha they say I know how that 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 that on magazine
Should I say I wanna take a 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 to be alive
I only got one mo' album to do on jive, an' I'm

2x]
I don't need no I'm already creased
I don't no money Igot mouthpiece

Let's go half on a forty an' a twamp of broccoli
I got a car deville
So what if its primer colored so what it's a
So if the lifters 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 thirteen block
Who used to top have to the streets floodin' wit holes in they socks
Who really real, how many know the
Who got they church clothed from the good
Click shit makes a night
Niggas to it 'cause it's right
don't make me, I make money
What I look like fuckin' over a broad, playboy I'm a
I mean that bitch got on her she's a ho
I that bitch can teach the wind how to blow
She's a pro though
jocka binaca
The head knocka'

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

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

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