Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

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

Thug wit me who got that nigga mug wit me
Stick yo' pistol out the have a few drinks wit me
Nigga get up
Out of dummy license plate faulty ass tags
Trunk full of out door weed back seat full of garbage
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 in yo' mamas name and own your own clothing line
Ain't no
that's what Harold told Melvin back in the days of loafs
When Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue
A big lip street nigga was in the a ferocious dangerous dude
A little microscopic seed in the fallopian tube
to face the world ready to say my speech
Ready to come out early feet first breeched
Uno uno dos tres
Drinkin' malt liquor out the bottle
five six six seven eight
Move from the crest side to the
Go ask the v.p.d.
Betcha tell you about me
Betcha they tell you they been my ass since '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 betch you they know
who my mommas house up that night on magazine
I say I wanna take a face nah
cause if the attorney get this tape they might build a case
I'm high as fuck man inhalin' it beatin' on my chest like
it fo' ten
Five lucky to be
I only got one mo' album to do on jive, an' I'm

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

Let's go half on a forty an' a sack of broccoli
I got a car deville
So what if its colored so what 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 mourning cereal
with the 223 infrared material
Who from nothin' who run the thirteen hundred block
Who used to top have to walk the streets floodin' wit holes in socks
Who really real, how know the deal
Who got they church clothed the good will
Click shit makes a muthafuckas
Niggas to it 'cause it's right
don't make me, I make money
What I look like over a broad, playboy I'm a macaroni
I mean that bitch got on her she's a ho
I mean that can teach the wind how to blow
She's a pro though
Zulu jocka
The head knocka'

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

Sometimes I'm up sometimes I don't care
When I'm grindin' I don't brush my teeth or 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 parking lot at popeye's
I can mesmerize a hoe by
Can you a g look like ten thousand
Where all my tycoon, beanie caps, and kangols
Where all my niggas wit them federal beepers on ankles
Where all the dick teasers
Where all my beautiful intelligent divas

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