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 a track, title wack
To sho' my paper stack
If I don't grind, then I don't
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 haters snitch and the po-po
I solo in my 4-do
Caren colored Volvo
I wreck the mic I go
My name everywhere I go
You tryed to deny but I know you
You to deny but I know you know
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 feature on a
Hit

Swang the Pacific in the DSR
I flip a lil, see these and c-notes
So I'm puttin' all in ya face
Put on ya shades, VVS's gone glare in ya
I rock the mic but I on tools
I eat at places they call me Mizzu
Sit at the table read the menu
Stop the beat, look out the window, watch the continue
Montana style, with a slit in my brows
See big rocks on the watch, 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 how the screens Rain On Me
Yeah!, Still Magnificent on the like I was Jones
You at royalty bitch, go and direct me to the throne

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 time (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, I'll take one for the
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Swishablast bout
get up off my ass, cause time 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, slim waste, with a 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)
Paint kinda damp, Paul Wall the people's champ
I wonder what haters think about that ('Bout that)

I'ma hood doctor, hit foot and grab jerseys
Bust a flow and 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 look like little skittles
I'm in Dallas on 635
I get from 6:30 til 6:35
Make them go-live
New 4's
Make them hoes hop inside, and those thighs
After I nut it's fuck them boppers
Pull-up, new Maybach on choppers
Glad that I it, it's never been fun of the struggle
'Cause these chips on my shoulders ain't or Ruffles
Nigga, it's Magno, Jones, Tum-T, Fat B
it man Perfect Team Part 3