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 a track, title wack
To make sho' my paper
If I grind, then I don't shine
If I don't shine, I get left
I hit the block, stack a
And shake the spot for one
I keep my 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 to deny but I know you know
If you get me for a show
Or get me to feature on a
Hit
If you get me for a show
Or get me to feature on a
Hit

Swang the Pacific in the DSR
I flip a lil, see 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 on tools
I eat at places where call me Mizzu
Sit at the table can't read the
the beat, look out the window, watch the rims continue
Tony Montana style, a slit in my brows
See big rocks on the watch, five thou
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 would I was Ashanti how the screens Rain On Me
Yeah!, Still Magnificent on the Mike like I was
You lookin' at royalty bitch, go and me to the throne

[Paul
you see me on the block, I'm on my grind (I'm on my grind)
And I'm ducked 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, I'ma soldier, take one for the team
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Swishablast cash
Gotta get up off my ass, cause fly's fast
Opportunities past but I'm 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 coca-cola
but she don't want me, she boppin' off my car (Off my car)
I'ma player, 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 them 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 trunk is
From 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 on that 635
I get from 6:30 til 6:35
Make hoes go-live
New 4's
Make hoes hop inside, and expose those thighs
I nut it's like fuck them boppers
Pull-up, new truck on choppers
Glad that I made it, it's been fun of the struggle
'Cause these chips on my shoulders Funyons or Ruffles
Nigga, Magno, Mike Jones, Tum-T, Fat B
it man Perfect Team Part 3