Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

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

Thug wit me who got indo nigga mug wit me
Stick yo' out the window have a few drinks wit me
Nigga get up
Out of state dummy license plate faulty ass
full of out door weed back seat full of garbage bags
Lookin' fo' that money lookin' fo' that treasure
Like to fuck alot mix the business wit the
What's up you timer you gone resign
Put a soul food restaurant in yo' mamas name and own own clothing line
Ain't no
that's what told Melvin back in the days of penny loafs
When Teddy was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dangerous
A little microscopic seed maranatin' in the tube
Ready to face the world ready to say my
Ready to come out early feet nigga breeched
Uno uno dos quattro
Drinkin' liquor out the baby bottle
Five five six six seven
Move from the side to the hillside
Go ask the v.p.d.
Betcha they tell you me
Betcha they tell you been investigatin' my ass since '83
Betcha say dude 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 know one thing betch you they
who shot my mommas house up that on magazine
I say I wanna take a face nah
cause if the district get this tape they might build a case
I'm high as man inhalin' it beatin' on my chest like Tarzan
it fo' ten
Five lucky to be
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 need no Igot mouthpiece

go half on a forty an' a twamp sack of broccoli
I got a car coupty
So what if its primer colored so what 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 mourning eatin'
Strapped the 223 infrared material
Who come from who run the thirteen hundred block
Who used to top have to walk the floodin' wit holes in they socks
Who really real, how know the deal
Who got church clothed from the good will
Click shit a muthafuckas night
Niggas listen to it it's right
Money make me, I make money
What I look like fuckin' over a broad, playboy I'm a
I mean that got miles on her she's a ho
I mean that bitch can teach the how to blow
a pro groupie though
Zulu jocka
The hood knocka'

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

I'm suited up sometimes I don't care
When I'm grindin' I don't my teeth or comb my hair
I'm timin' 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 parking lot at chicken
I can mesmerize a hoe by
Can you make a g look like ten
Where all my tycoon, beanie caps, and kangols
Where all my niggas wit them beepers on they ankles
Where all the hood-hoe teasers
Where all my beautiful black intelligent

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