Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

3x]
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 faulty ass tags
Trunk full of out door weed back seat full of garbage
Lookin' fo' money train lookin' fo' that treasure
to fuck alot mix the business wit the pleasure
What's up you when you gone resign
Put a soul food restaurant in yo' name and own your own clothing line
Ain't no
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 seed maranatin' in the fallopian tube
Ready to face the ready to say my speech
Ready to come out early first nigga breeched
Uno uno dos quattro
malt liquor out the baby bottle
Five six six seven eight
Move from the crest 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 say dude real,
betcha they say I don't know how nigga did it
but he sittin' on a few
All I gotta say is
Bet I know one thing betch you know
who shot my house up that night on magazine
I say I wanna take a face nah
cause if the district attorney get this tape they might build a
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 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
with the 223 infrared material
Who come from nothin' who run the thirteen hundred
Who used to top have to walk the streets wit holes in they socks
Who really real, how many know the
Who got they church from the good will
Click shit makes a muthafuckas
Niggas listen to it 'cause right
Money don't make me, I money
What I like fuckin' over a broad, playboy I'm a macaroni
I mean that got miles on her she's a ho
I mean that bitch can 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 don't
When I'm grindin' I don't brush my teeth or my hair
When I'm timin' I like to buy
When I'm timin' it's the thirteenth
Ballers you know how we
You know how we 'em in the parking lot at popeye's chicken
I can mesmerize a hoe by
Can you make a g look ten thousand
Where all my ghetto tycoon, beanie caps, and
Where all my niggas wit them federal beepers on they
Where all the hood-hoe dick
Where all my beautiful black divas

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