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, wack
To sho' my paper stack
If I don't grind, then I shine
If I don't shine, I get left
I hit the block, a knot
And shake the for one time
I keep my business on the
'Cause haters snitch and tell the
I solo in my 4-do
Caren colored Volvo
I wreck the mic I go
My heard everywhere I go
You tryed to deny but I you know
You tryed to deny but I 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 in the DSR boat
I flip a lil, see these and c-notes
So I'm puttin' all in ya face
Put on ya shades, gone glare in ya face
I rock the mic but I on tools
I eat at where they call me Mizzu
Sit at the table can't the menu
Stop the beat, look out the window, watch the continue
Tony Montana style, with a 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, look at the grill, 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!, Magnificent 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 ducked off in the trap it's time (It's hustle time)
I'm bout my paper, bout my cash, I'm that green (Bout that green)
I never roll, I'ma soldier, I'll take one for the
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, bout cash
Gotta get up off my ass, cause time 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 then she a (She a star)
Pretty face, waste, with a coca-cola shape
but she don't want me, she boppin' off my car (Off my car)
I'ma player, I'ma hustler, mac (I'ma mac)
paint, swangas on the cadillac (The cadillac)
Paint drippin' 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 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 6:30 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 truck on
Glad that I made it, it's never been fun of the
'Cause these chips on my shoulders ain't Funyons or
Nigga, Magno, Mike Jones, Tum-T, Fat B
Fuck it man Perfect Team 3