Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Team Pt. 3

[Mike
Mike Jones, back on the track
I a gat, when I'm in the 'lac
I wreck a track, wack
To make sho' my stack
If I grind, then I don't shine
If I shine, I get left behind
I hit the block, a knot
And shake the spot for one
I keep my on the lo-lo
'Cause haters and tell the po-po
I solo in my 4-do
Caren colored coated
I the mic everywhere 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 wanna get me for a
Or get me to feature on a
Hit

Swang the in the DSR boat
I a lil, see these stacks and c-notes
So I'm puttin' diamonds all in ya
Put on ya shades, gone glare in ya face
I rock the mic but I wasn't on
I eat at places where they me Mizzu
Sit at the can't read the menu
Stop the beat, out the window, watch the rims continue
Tony Montana style, with a slit in my
See big rocks on the watch, 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 Magnificent on the Mike like I was
You at royalty 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 ducked off in the trap it's hustle (It's hustle time)
I'm bout my paper, bout my cash, I'm that green (Bout that green)
I never roll, soldier, I'll take one for the team
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Swishablast cash
Gotta get up off my ass, cause 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 she a star (She a star)
Pretty face, slim waste, with a coca-cola
but she don't want me, she just 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 them haters think about that ('Bout that)

I'ma hood doctor, hit foot and grab jerseys
Bust a and make hoe's say "Have Mercy"
uncle jessie, my trunk is messy
From throwin' in it, I'm in a Navigator tinted
My rims spinnin', when I stop do the wiggle-wiggle
is little, candy paint look like little skittles
I'm in on that 635
I get brain 6:30 til 6:35
Make them go-live
New 4's
Make them 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, Magno, Mike Jones, Tum-T, Fat B
Fuck it man Perfect Part 3