Luyện nghe bài hát Mouthpiece

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

Thug wit me who got that indo mug wit me
yo' pistol out the window have a few drinks wit me
Nigga get up
Out of state dummy plate faulty 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 when you gone resign
Put a soul food restaurant in yo' name and own your own clothing line
no tellin'
that's what Harold told Melvin back in the of penny loafs
Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious dude
A microscopic seed maranatin' in the fallopian tube
to face the world ready to say my speech
Ready to come out early feet first breeched
Uno uno dos quattro
malt liquor out the baby bottle
Five five six six eight
Move from the crest to the hillside
Go ask the v.p.d.
Betcha they you about 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 thing you they know
who my mommas house up that night on magazine
Should I say I take a face nah
cause if the attorney get this tape they might build a case
I'm high as fuck man inhalin' it 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 need no iron I'm already creased
I need no money Igot mouthpiece

Let's go half on a forty an' a twamp of broccoli
I got a car deville
So what if its primer colored so it's a hooptie
So what if the lifters I knwo I'm forty water
So what if I gotta get up the engine an' tap the starter
In the mourning cereal
Strapped the 223 infrared material
Who come from who run the thirteen hundred block
Who used to top have to walk the streets floodin' wit holes in they
Who real, how many know the deal
Who got they clothed from the good will
Click shit makes a night
Niggas listen to it 'cause it's
Money don't make me, I make
What I look fuckin' over a broad, playboy I'm a macaroni
I that bitch got miles on her she's a ho
I that bitch can teach the wind how to blow
She's a pro groupie
Zulu binaca
The hood head

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

Sometimes I'm suited up sometimes I don't
I'm grindin' I don't brush my teeth or comb my hair
When I'm timin' I like to buy
I'm timin' it's louie the thirteenth
Ballers you know how we
You know how we meet 'em in the lot at popeye's chicken
I can mesmerize a hoe by
Can you make a g like ten thousand
Where all my ghetto tycoon, beanie caps, and
Where all my niggas wit them beepers on they ankles
all the hood-hoe dick teasers
Where all my beautiful black intelligent

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