Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Team Pt. 3

[Mike
It's Mike Jones, back on the
I a gat, when I'm in the 'lac
I wreck a track, wack
To make my paper stack
If I grind, then I don't shine
If I don't shine, I get left
I hit the block, a knot
And shake the for one time
I my business on the lo-lo
'Cause snitch and tell the po-po
I ride solo in my
colored coated Volvo
I wreck the mic 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 on tools
I eat at places where they call me
Sit at the can't read the menu
the beat, look out the window, watch the rims continue
Tony Montana style, with a slit in my
See big rocks on the watch, five bling-bloaw
me Tum-T, I'm big homie with the rocks
Look at the ear, at the grill, look at the necks, look at the watch
Tum-T, boss, O.G. out the 3
You think I was Ashanti how the screens Rain On Me
Yeah!, Still Magnificent on the like I was Jones
You lookin' at royalty bitch, go and me to the throne

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When you see me on the block, I'm on my (I'm on my grind)
And when I'm ducked off in the it's hustle time (It's hustle time)
I'm bout my paper, bout my cash, I'm bout that green (Bout green)
I never roll, I'ma soldier, take one for the team
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, bout cash
Gotta get up off my ass, time fly's fast
Opportunities but I'm still the same ol' G (Same ol' G)
Reebok's and white-t's, I'm the same 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, with a 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, swangas on the (The cadillac)
Paint drippin' kinda damp, Paul the people's champ
I what them haters think about 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 is messy
throwin' haters in it, I'm in a Navigator tinted
My rims spinnin', when I they do the wiggle-wiggle
is little, candy paint look like little skittles
I'm in Dallas on 635
I get brain from 6:30 til
Make them go-live
New 4's
Make them hoes hop inside, and those thighs
After I nut it's like fuck them
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, Magno, Mike Jones, Tum-T, Fat B
Fuck it man Perfect Team 3