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 a track, title wack
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, a knot
And the spot for one time
I keep my on the lo-lo
'Cause snitch and tell the po-po
I ride solo in my
Caren colored coated
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 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 Pacific in the DSR
I flip a lil, see these and c-notes
So I'm diamonds all in ya face
Put on ya shades, gone glare in ya face
I the mic but I wasn't on tools
I eat at places where call me Mizzu
Sit at the table can't 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, five bling-bloaw
Call me Tum-T, I'm big homie with the
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 think I was Ashanti how the Rain On Me
Yeah!, Still Magnificent on the Mike like I was
You lookin' at royalty bitch, go and direct me to the

Wall]
When you see me on the block, I'm on my (I'm on my grind)
And when I'm ducked off in the it's hustle time (It's hustle time)
I'm bout my paper, bout my cash, I'm bout green (Bout that green)
I roll, I'ma soldier, I'll take one for the team
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Swishablast bout
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 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, a coca-cola shape
but she want me, she just boppin' off my car (Off my car)
player, I'ma hustler, I'ma mac (I'ma mac)
Candy paint, swangas on the (The cadillac)
Paint drippin' kinda damp, Wall the people's champ
I wonder them haters think about that ('Bout that)

I'ma hood doctor, hit locker and grab jerseys
a flow and make hoe's say "Have Mercy"
Like jessie, my trunk is messy
From haters in it, I'm in a Navigator tinted
My spinnin', when I stop they do the wiggle-wiggle
is little, candy paint look like little skittles
I'm in Dallas on 635
I get brain from til 6:35
Make them hoes
New 4's
Make them hoes hop inside, and expose those
After I nut it's fuck them boppers
Pull-up, new truck on choppers
that I made it, it's never been fun of the struggle
'Cause these chips on my shoulders ain't or Ruffles
Nigga, Magno, Mike Jones, Tum-T, Fat B
Fuck it man Team Part 3