Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

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

Thug wit me who got that nigga mug wit me
Stick yo' pistol out the window have a few wit me
get fired up
Out of state dummy license faulty ass tags
Trunk full of out door back seat full of garbage bags
Lookin' fo' that money train lookin' fo' that
to fuck alot mix the business wit the pleasure
What's up you timer when you gone
Put a soul food restaurant in yo' mamas and own your own clothing line
no tellin'
that's what told Melvin back in the days of penny loafs
When Teddy was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dangerous
A little microscopic seed maranatin' in the fallopian
Ready to face the world to say my speech
to come out early feet first nigga breeched
Uno uno dos quattro
malt liquor out the baby bottle
Five five six six eight
Move from the crest side to the
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 gotta say is
Bet I know one thing betch you know
who my mommas house up that night on magazine
Should I say I wanna a face nah
cause if the district attorney get 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 only got one mo' album to do on jive, an' I'm

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

go half on a forty an' a twamp sack of broccoli
I got a car deville
So if its primer colored so what it's a hooptie
So what if the lifters tick I knwo I'm water
So what if I gotta get up the engine an' tap the starter
In the mourning cereal
with the 223 infrared material
Who come nothin' who run the thirteen hundred block
Who used to top have to walk the streets floodin' wit holes in they
Who really real, how many the deal
Who got they church clothed from the will
Click makes a muthafuckas night
listen 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 the wind how to blow
She's a pro groupie
Zulu binaca
The hood head

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

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

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