Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Team Pt. 3

[Mike
It's Mike Jones, on the track
I pack a gat, when I'm in the
I wreck a track, title
To make sho' my stack
If I grind, then I don't shine
If I shine, I get left behind
I hit the block, stack a
And the spot for one time
I keep my on the lo-lo
'Cause haters snitch and the po-po
I ride solo in my
colored coated Volvo
I the mic everywhere I go
My name everywhere I go
You tryed to but I know you know
You tryed to but I know you know
If you get me for a show
Or get me to feature on a
Hit
If you wanna get me for a
Or get me to on a flow
Hit

Swang the Pacific in the DSR
I flip a lil, see these and c-notes
So I'm puttin' diamonds all in ya
Put on ya shades, gone glare in ya face
I rock the mic but I wasn't on
I eat at places where call me Mizzu
Sit at the can't read the menu
Stop the beat, look out the window, watch the rims
Tony Montana style, with a in my brows
See big on the watch, five thou bling-bloaw
Call me Tum-T, I'm big homie the rocks
Look at the ear, look at the grill, look at the necks, at the watch
Tum-T, boss, O.G. out the 3
You would think I was Ashanti how the Rain On Me
Yeah!, Still on the Mike like I was Jones
You lookin' at bitch, go and direct me to the throne

[Paul
you see me on the block, I'm on my grind (I'm on my grind)
And when I'm ducked off in the trap hustle time (It's hustle time)
I'm my paper, bout my cash, I'm bout that green (Bout that green)
I never roll, I'ma soldier, take one for the team
Wall, Swishahouse, Swishablast bout cash
Gotta get up off my ass, cause time fast
Opportunities but I'm still the same ol' G (Same ol' G)
Reebok's and white-t's, I'm still the ol' me (Same ol' me)
you see me at the club, I'm at the bar (I'm at the bar)
And if a gal all in my mix then she a (She a star)
Pretty face, slim waste, a coca-cola shape
but she want me, she just boppin' off my car (Off my car)
player, I'ma hustler, I'ma mac (I'ma mac)
Candy paint, on the cadillac (The cadillac)
Paint drippin' kinda damp, Paul Wall the champ
I wonder what them haters think that ('Bout that)

I'ma hood doctor, hit locker and grab jerseys
a flow and make hoe's say "Have Mercy"
Like uncle jessie, my trunk is
From throwin' haters in it, I'm in a Navigator
My rims spinnin', I stop they do the wiggle-wiggle
Whip is little, candy paint look little skittles
I'm in on that 635
I get brain from 6:30 til
them hoes go-live
New 4's
Make them hoes hop inside, and expose thighs
After I nut it's like fuck boppers
Pull-up, new Maybach on choppers
Glad that I made it, it's never fun of the struggle
'Cause these chips on my shoulders Funyons or Ruffles
Nigga, it's Magno, Jones, Tum-T, Fat B
Fuck it man Perfect Team 3