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' pistol out the window have a few wit me
get fired up
Out of state license plate faulty ass tags
Trunk full of out weed back seat full of garbage bags
fo' that money train lookin' fo' that treasure
Like to fuck 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
no tellin'
that's what Harold told Melvin in the days of penny loafs
Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue notes
A big lip nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dangerous dude
A little microscopic seed in the fallopian tube
Ready to the world ready to say my speech
Ready to come out early feet nigga breeched
Uno uno dos tres
Drinkin' malt liquor out the bottle
Five six six seven eight
Move the crest side to the hillside
Go ask the v.p.d.
they tell you about me
Betcha they tell you they been investigatin' my ass '83
Betcha say dude real,
they say I don't know how that nigga did it
but he on a few mill
All I say is nemesis
Bet I know one thing you they know
who shot my mommas house up that on magazine
Should I say I wanna take a nah
if the district attorney get this 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 don't need no iron I'm creased
I don't need no money mouthpiece

Let's go half on a forty an' a sack of broccoli
I got a car coupty
So what if its colored so what it's a hooptie
So what if the lifters tick I I'm forty water
So what if I get up under the engine an' tap the starter
In the mourning cereal
Strapped the 223 infrared material
Who come from nothin' who run the hundred block
Who used to top have to walk the streets floodin' wit in they socks
Who really real, how many know the
Who got they church clothed the good will
Click makes a muthafuckas night
Niggas listen to it 'cause it's
Money don't me, I make money
What I look fuckin' over a broad, playboy I'm a macaroni
I mean that bitch got on her she's a ho
I that bitch can teach the wind how to blow
a pro groupie though
Zulu jocka
The hood head

1x]
I need 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 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 know how we meet 'em in the lot at popeye's chicken
I can mesmerize a hoe by
Can you make a g look ten thousand
all my ghetto tycoon, beanie caps, and kangols
Where all my niggas wit them federal beepers on ankles
all the hood-hoe dick teasers
Where all my beautiful intelligent divas

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