Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Team Pt. 3

[Mike
It's Mike Jones, back on the
I pack a gat, I'm in the 'lac
I wreck a track, wack
To make sho' my stack
If I don't grind, I don't shine
If I don't shine, I get left
I hit the block, stack a
And shake the for one time
I keep my business on the
'Cause snitch and tell the po-po
I ride in my 4-do
colored coated Volvo
I wreck the mic I go
My heard everywhere I go
You tryed to deny but I know you
You tryed to deny but I know you
If you wanna get me for a
Or get me to feature on a
Hit
If you get me for a show
Or get me to feature on a
Hit

Swang the Pacific in the DSR
I a lil, see these stacks and c-notes
So I'm puttin' all in ya face
Put on ya shades, VVS's gone in ya face
I rock the mic but I on tools
I eat at places where call me Mizzu
Sit at the table read the menu
Stop the beat, look out the window, the rims continue
Tony style, with a slit in my brows
See big rocks on the watch, five bling-bloaw
me Tum-T, I'm big homie with 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 screens On Me
Yeah!, Still Magnificent on the Mike 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 it's hustle (It's hustle time)
I'm bout my paper, bout my cash, I'm bout that (Bout that green)
I never roll, I'ma soldier, take one for the team
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, bout cash
Gotta get up off my ass, cause fly's fast
Opportunities past but I'm still the 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 she a star (She a star)
Pretty face, slim waste, a coca-cola shape
but she want me, she just boppin' off my car (Off my car)
I'ma player, hustler, I'ma mac (I'ma mac)
Candy paint, on the cadillac (The cadillac)
Paint drippin' damp, Paul Wall the people's champ
I wonder what them haters about that ('Bout that)

I'ma hood doctor, hit foot and grab jerseys
Bust a flow and make say "Have Mercy"
Like uncle jessie, my is messy
throwin' haters in it, I'm in a Navigator tinted
My rims spinnin', I stop they do the wiggle-wiggle
Whip is little, candy paint look like little
I'm in Dallas on 635
I get brain 6:30 til 6:35
them hoes go-live
New 4's
Make them hoes hop inside, and expose those
After I nut it's like fuck them
Pull-up, new truck on choppers
Glad that I made it, it's been fun of the struggle
'Cause these chips on my shoulders ain't or Ruffles
Nigga, Magno, Mike Jones, Tum-T, Fat B
Fuck it man Perfect Team 3