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 that nigga mug wit me
Stick yo' pistol out the window have a few wit me
Nigga get up
Out of state license plate faulty ass tags
Trunk full of out door weed seat full of garbage bags
Lookin' fo' that train lookin' fo' that treasure
Like to fuck alot mix the business wit the
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 Melvin back in the days of penny loafs
When Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue
A big lip street was in the makin' a ferocious dangerous dude
A microscopic seed maranatin' in the fallopian tube
Ready to face the world to say my speech
Ready to come out feet first nigga breeched
Uno uno dos quattro
Drinkin' malt liquor out the baby
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 they been investigatin' my ass '83
Betcha say dude real,
betcha say I don't know how that nigga did it
but he on a few mill
All I gotta say is
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 this tape they might build a
I'm as fuck man inhalin' it beatin' on my chest like Tarzan
it fo' ten
Five lucky to be
I only got one mo' 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 an' a twamp sack of broccoli
I got a car deville
So what if its primer colored so it's a hooptie
So what if the tick I knwo I'm forty water
So what if I gotta get up under the an' tap the starter
In the eatin' cereal
Strapped the 223 infrared material
Who come from nothin' who run the thirteen block
Who used to top to walk the streets floodin' wit holes in they socks
Who really real, how know the deal
Who got they church clothed from the will
Click shit a muthafuckas night
Niggas to it 'cause it's right
Money don't make me, I make
What I look like 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 how to blow
She's a pro groupie
Zulu binaca
The hood knocka'

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

Sometimes I'm suited up sometimes I care
When I'm grindin' I brush my teeth or comb my hair
I'm timin' 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 mesmerize a hoe by
Can you make a g like ten thousand
Where all my tycoon, beanie caps, and kangols
Where all my niggas wit them beepers on they ankles
Where all the hood-hoe dick
Where all my black intelligent divas

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