Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

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I need no iron I'm already creased
I don't need no I got mouthpiece

Thug wit me who got that indo mug wit me
Stick yo' pistol out the window have a few wit me
get fired up
Out of state dummy license plate faulty ass
Trunk full of out door weed back seat full of garbage
Lookin' fo' that money train fo' that treasure
Like to fuck mix the business wit the pleasure
What's up you timer when you resign
Put a food restaurant in yo' mamas name and own your own clothing line
Ain't no
that's what Harold Melvin back in the days of penny loafs
Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dangerous
A little microscopic seed in the fallopian tube
Ready to face the world to say my speech
Ready to out early feet first nigga breeched
Uno uno dos quattro
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 they tell you me
Betcha tell you they been investigatin' my ass since '83
Betcha say dude 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 betch you they know
who shot my mommas house up that 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 man inhalin' it beatin' 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 already
I don't need no money Igot

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 lifters tick I knwo I'm forty
So what if I gotta get up under the an' tap the starter
In the mourning cereal
Strapped with the 223 infrared
Who come nothin' who run the thirteen hundred block
Who used to top have to the streets floodin' wit holes in they socks
Who real, how many know the deal
Who got they church clothed from the good
Click makes a muthafuckas night
Niggas listen to it it's right
Money don't me, I make money
What I look like fuckin' over a broad, I'm a macaroni
I mean that got miles on her she's a ho
I mean that bitch can teach the wind how to
She's a pro groupie
jocka binaca
The hood knocka'

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

I'm suited up sometimes I don't care
When I'm grindin' I don't brush my teeth or comb my
When I'm I like to buy drinks
When I'm timin' louie the thirteenth
you know how we livin'
You know how we meet 'em in the parking lot at chicken
I can mesmerize a hoe by
Can you make a g look ten thousand
Where all my ghetto tycoon, caps, and kangols
Where all my niggas wit them federal on they ankles
Where all the hood-hoe teasers
Where all my beautiful black divas

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