Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

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I don't no iron I'm already 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 license plate faulty ass tags
Trunk full of out door back seat 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 timer when you gone
Put a soul food restaurant in yo' mamas name and own your own line
no tellin'
that's Harold told Melvin back in the days of penny loafs
When Teddy Pendegrass was in the notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a dangerous dude
A little microscopic seed maranatin' in the fallopian
Ready to face the ready to say my speech
Ready to out early feet first nigga breeched
Uno uno dos quattro
Drinkin' malt liquor out the bottle
Five five six six eight
from the crest side to the hillside
Go ask the v.p.d.
Betcha tell you about me
Betcha they you they been investigatin' my ass since '83
Betcha say dude real,
they say I don't know how that 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 house up that night on magazine
Should I say I wanna take a nah
cause if the district attorney get tape they might build a case
I'm high as fuck man inhalin' it 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 need no iron I'm already creased
I don't no money Igot mouthpiece

Let's go half on a forty an' a twamp sack of
I got a car coupty
So what if its primer colored so what it's a
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 eatin'
Strapped with the 223 infrared
Who come from nothin' who run the thirteen block
Who used to top have to walk the streets floodin' wit holes in they
Who really real, how know the deal
Who got they church clothed from the good
shit makes a muthafuckas night
Niggas to it 'cause it's right
Money don't make me, I make
What I look fuckin' over a broad, playboy I'm a macaroni
I mean bitch got miles on her she's a ho
I mean that bitch can teach the wind how to
She's a pro groupie
Zulu jocka
The hood head

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

Sometimes I'm suited up sometimes I don't
When I'm I don't brush my teeth or comb my hair
When I'm I like to buy drinks
When I'm it's louie the thirteenth
you know how we livin'
You know how we meet 'em in the parking lot at chicken
I can a hoe by jowsin
Can you a g look 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 teasers
Where all my beautiful black divas

1x]
I dont' need no iron I'm creased
I need no money I got mouthpiece