Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

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

Thug wit me who got that indo 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 of out door weed back seat full of garbage bags
Lookin' fo' that money train lookin' fo' treasure
Like to fuck mix the business wit the pleasure
What's up you timer you gone resign
Put a soul food in yo' mamas name and own your own clothing line
no tellin'
that's what Harold told Melvin in the days of penny loafs
When Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dude
A little microscopic seed maranatin' in the fallopian
Ready to the world ready to say my speech
Ready to out early feet first nigga breeched
Uno uno dos quattro
malt liquor out the baby bottle
Five six six seven eight
Move from the side to the hillside
Go ask the v.p.d.
they tell you about me
Betcha they tell you been investigatin' my ass since '83
Betcha they say real,
betcha they say I don't know how that did it
but he sittin' on a few
All I gotta say is
Bet I know one thing betch you they
who shot my mommas up that night on magazine
Should I say I wanna a face nah
cause if the district attorney get this tape they might build a
I'm high as fuck man inhalin' it beatin' on my 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 money mouthpiece

go half on a forty an' a twamp sack 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 the engine an' tap the starter
In the mourning cereal
with the 223 infrared material
Who come from nothin' who run the thirteen block
Who used to top have to walk the streets floodin' wit holes in socks
Who really real, how many the deal
Who got they church clothed from the good
shit makes a muthafuckas night
Niggas listen to it it's right
Money don't make me, I make
I look like fuckin' over a broad, playboy I'm a macaroni
I mean that bitch got miles on her a ho
I mean that bitch can the wind how to blow
She's a pro though
jocka binaca
The head knocka'

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

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

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