Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Team Pt. 3

[Mike
Mike Jones, back on the track
I pack a gat, I'm in the 'lac
I wreck a track, title
To make sho' my stack
If I don't grind, then I shine
If I don't shine, I get behind
I hit the block, stack a
And the spot for one time
I keep my on the lo-lo
'Cause haters snitch and the po-po
I ride in my 4-do
colored 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 you know
If you wanna get me for a
Or get me to on a flow
Hit
If you wanna get me for a
Or get me to on a flow
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, VVS's gone in ya face
I rock the mic but I on tools
I eat at places where call me Mizzu
Sit at the can't read the menu
Stop the beat, look out the window, the rims continue
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, 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 bitch, go and direct me to the throne

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

I'ma hood doctor, hit foot locker and grab
a flow and make hoe's say "Have Mercy"
Like uncle jessie, my is messy
From throwin' haters in it, I'm in a tinted
My rims spinnin', when I stop do the wiggle-wiggle
Whip is little, candy paint like little skittles
I'm in Dallas on 635
I get brain 6:30 til 6:35
Make them hoes
New 4's
Make hoes hop inside, and expose those thighs
I nut it's like fuck them boppers
Pull-up, new Maybach on choppers
Glad I made it, it's never 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