Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

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

Thug wit me who got that indo mug wit me
Stick yo' pistol out the have a few drinks wit me
get fired up
Out of dummy license plate faulty ass tags
Trunk full of out door weed back full of garbage bags
Lookin' fo' that money train lookin' fo' treasure
Like to alot mix the business wit the pleasure
What's up you when you gone resign
Put a soul restaurant in yo' mamas name and own your own clothing line
no tellin'
that's what Harold told Melvin back in the of penny loafs
When Pendegrass was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a dangerous dude
A little microscopic seed maranatin' in the tube
Ready to face the world to say my speech
to come out early feet first nigga breeched
Uno uno dos quattro
Drinkin' malt liquor out the bottle
Five five six six eight
Move from the crest to the hillside
Go ask the v.p.d.
they tell you about me
Betcha tell you they been investigatin' 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 know one thing betch you they
who shot my mommas house up that night on
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 inhalin' it beatin' on my like Tarzan
it fo' ten
Five lucky to be
I got one mo' album to do on jive, an' I'm gone

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

Let's go half on a an' a twamp sack of broccoli
I got a car deville
So what if its primer colored so what a hooptie
So what if the tick I knwo I'm forty water
So if I gotta get up under the engine an' tap the starter
In the mourning cereal
Strapped the 223 infrared material
Who from nothin' who run the thirteen hundred block
Who to top have to walk the streets floodin' wit holes in they socks
Who really real, how many the deal
Who got they clothed from the good will
Click shit makes a muthafuckas
Niggas listen to it 'cause right
Money don't make me, I money
What I look like fuckin' a broad, playboy I'm a macaroni
I mean that bitch got on her she's a ho
I mean that bitch can teach the wind how to
a pro groupie though
Zulu binaca
The hood knocka'

1x]
I need no iron I'm already creased
I don't need no 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 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 make a g like ten thousand
Where all my ghetto tycoon, caps, and kangols
all my niggas wit them federal beepers on they ankles
Where all the hood-hoe dick
Where all my black intelligent divas

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