Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

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

Thug wit me who got that nigga mug wit me
yo' pistol 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 lookin' fo' that treasure
Like to fuck alot mix the wit the pleasure
What's up you when you gone resign
Put a soul food restaurant in yo' mamas name and own your own line
no tellin'
that's what told Melvin back in the days of penny loafs
When Teddy was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dude
A little 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 tres
Drinkin' malt liquor out the baby
Five six six seven eight
Move from the crest to the hillside
Go ask the v.p.d.
Betcha they you about me
Betcha they you they been investigatin' my ass since '83
Betcha they say real,
they 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 mommas up that night on magazine
Should I say I take a face nah
cause if the district get this 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 what a hooptie
So what if the lifters tick I knwo I'm forty
So if I gotta get up under the engine an' tap the starter
In the eatin' cereal
Strapped with the 223 material
Who come 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 from the good will
Click makes a muthafuckas night
listen to it 'cause it's right
Money make me, I make money
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 teach the how to blow
She's a pro groupie
Zulu binaca
The hood head

1x]
I don't need no iron I'm creased
I need 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 timin' I to buy drinks
When I'm it's louie 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 make a g look like ten
Where all my ghetto tycoon, beanie caps, and
Where all my niggas wit them federal beepers on ankles
all the hood-hoe dick teasers
Where all my black intelligent divas

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