Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

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

Thug wit me who got that nigga mug wit me
Stick yo' out the window have a few drinks wit me
Nigga get up
Out of state dummy license plate ass tags
Trunk full of out door weed back seat 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 days of penny
When Teddy was in the blue notes
A big lip street was in the makin' a ferocious dangerous dude
A microscopic seed maranatin' in the fallopian tube
Ready to the world ready 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 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 sittin' on a few
All I say is nemesis
Bet I know one thing betch you they
who shot my mommas up that night on magazine
I say I wanna take a face nah
cause if the district attorney get this they might build a case
I'm high as fuck man it beatin' on my chest 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 no iron I'm already creased
I don't need no Igot mouthpiece

Let's go half on a forty an' a twamp sack of
I got a car coupty
So what if its primer so what it's a hooptie
So what if the lifters tick I knwo I'm forty
So what if I gotta get up the engine an' tap the starter
In the eatin' cereal
with 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 many know the
Who got they clothed from the good will
Click shit a muthafuckas night
listen to it 'cause it's right
Money don't me, I make money
What I look like fuckin' over a broad, I'm a macaroni
I mean that bitch got on her she's a ho
I mean that bitch can the wind how to blow
She's a pro groupie
jocka binaca
The head 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 I don't brush my teeth or comb my hair
I'm timin' I like to buy drinks
When I'm timin' it's the thirteenth
Ballers you how we livin'
You know how we meet 'em in the lot at popeye's chicken
I can mesmerize a hoe by
Can you a g look like ten thousand
Where all my ghetto tycoon, caps, and kangols
Where all my niggas wit them federal on they ankles
Where all the dick teasers
Where all my black intelligent divas

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