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 paper
If I don't grind, then I don't
If I don't shine, I get behind
I hit the block, stack a
And shake the spot for one
I keep my business on the
'Cause haters and tell the po-po
I ride solo in my
Caren colored Volvo
I the mic everywhere I go
My heard everywhere I go
You tryed to but I know you know
You tryed to deny but I know you
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 a lil, see these stacks and c-notes
So I'm puttin' diamonds all in ya
Put on ya shades, VVS's gone in ya face
I the mic but I wasn't on tools
I eat at places they call me Mizzu
Sit at the table can't read the
Stop the beat, look out the window, the rims continue
Tony Montana style, a slit in my brows
See big on the watch, five thou bling-bloaw
Call me Tum-T, I'm big 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 would I was Ashanti how the screens Rain On Me
Yeah!, Still on the Mike like I was Jones
You lookin' at royalty bitch, go and me to the throne

[Paul
When you see me on the block, I'm on my (I'm on my grind)
And when I'm off in the trap it's hustle time (It's hustle time)
I'm bout my paper, bout my cash, I'm bout green (Bout that green)
I never roll, soldier, I'll take one for the team
Wall, Swishahouse, Swishablast bout cash
Gotta get up off my ass, cause fly's fast
past 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 she a star (She a star)
Pretty face, slim waste, a coca-cola shape
but she don't want me, she boppin' off my car (Off my car)
I'ma player, hustler, I'ma mac (I'ma mac)
paint, swangas on the cadillac (The cadillac)
Paint kinda damp, Paul Wall the people's champ
I wonder them haters think about that ('Bout that)

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