Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Team Pt. 3

[Mike
It's Jones, back on the track
I pack a gat, when I'm in the
I wreck a track, title
To make sho' my paper
If I grind, then I don't shine
If I don't shine, I get behind
I hit the block, a knot
And shake the for one time
I my business on the lo-lo
haters snitch and tell the po-po
I ride in my 4-do
Caren coated Volvo
I the mic everywhere I go
My name heard 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 on a flow
Hit
If you get me for a show
Or get me to on a flow
Hit

Swang the Pacific in the DSR
I flip a lil, see these stacks and
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 they me Mizzu
Sit at the table read the menu
Stop the beat, look out the window, watch the rims
Montana style, with a slit in my brows
See big rocks on the watch, five bling-bloaw
Call me Tum-T, I'm big homie the rocks
Look at the ear, look at the grill, at the necks, look at the watch
Tum-T, boss, O.G. out the 3
You would think I was how the screens Rain On Me
Yeah!, Still Magnificent on the Mike I was Jones
You lookin' at royalty bitch, go and direct me to the

Wall]
When you see me on the block, I'm on my (I'm on my grind)
And when I'm ducked off in the trap it's hustle time (It's time)
I'm my paper, bout my cash, I'm bout that green (Bout that green)
I never roll, I'ma soldier, I'll one for the team
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Swishablast bout
Gotta get up off my ass, cause fly's fast
Opportunities past but I'm 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 she a star (She a star)
Pretty face, waste, with a coca-cola shape
but she don't 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)
drippin' kinda damp, Paul Wall the people's champ
I wonder what them haters think about ('Bout that)

I'ma hood doctor, hit locker and grab jerseys
Bust a and make hoe's say "Have Mercy"
uncle jessie, my trunk is messy
From 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 little skittles
I'm in on that 635
I get brain from til 6:35
them hoes go-live
New 4's
Make hoes hop inside, and expose those 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
these chips on my shoulders ain't Funyons or Ruffles
Nigga, Magno, Mike Jones, Tum-T, Fat B
Fuck it man Perfect Team 3