Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

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

Thug wit me who got indo nigga mug wit me
Stick yo' out the window have a few drinks wit me
get fired up
Out of dummy license plate faulty ass tags
Trunk full of out door weed back seat full of garbage
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 restaurant in yo' mamas name and own your own clothing line
Ain't no
that's what Harold told Melvin back in the days of penny
When Teddy Pendegrass was in the notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dangerous
A little seed maranatin' in the fallopian tube
to face the world ready to say my speech
Ready to come out early feet first breeched
Uno uno dos quattro
Drinkin' malt out the baby bottle
Five six six seven eight
Move from the crest to the hillside
Go ask the v.p.d.
Betcha tell you about me
Betcha tell you they been investigatin' my ass since '83
they say dude real,
betcha they say I don't know how 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 night on
Should I say I wanna a face nah
cause if the attorney 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 to be alive
I got one mo' album to do on jive, an' I'm gone

2x]
I need no iron 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 mourning eatin'
Strapped with the 223 infrared
Who from nothin' who run the thirteen hundred block
Who used to top have to walk the streets floodin' wit holes in socks
Who real, how many know the deal
Who got they church clothed the good will
Click shit makes a muthafuckas
Niggas listen to it it's right
Money don't make me, I money
What I look like over 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 head knocka'

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

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

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