Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Team Pt. 3

[Mike
It's 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, I don't shine
If I don't shine, I get left
I hit the block, a knot
And the spot for one time
I keep my business on the
'Cause haters and tell the po-po
I ride solo in my
Caren colored coated
I the mic everywhere 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 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 diamonds all in ya face
Put on ya shades, VVS's glare in ya face
I rock the mic but I on tools
I eat at places where they me Mizzu
Sit at the table read the menu
Stop the beat, out the window, watch the rims continue
Tony Montana style, with a in my brows
See big rocks on the watch, five bling-bloaw
Call me Tum-T, I'm big homie the rocks
at the ear, look 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 Mike I was Jones
You lookin' at bitch, go and direct me to the throne

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 trap it's hustle time (It's time)
I'm bout my paper, bout my cash, I'm that green (Bout that green)
I never roll, I'ma soldier, take one for the team
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Swishablast cash
get up off my ass, cause time fly's fast
Opportunities past but I'm still the 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, waste, with a coca-cola shape
but she don't want me, she just off my car (Off my car)
I'ma player, I'ma hustler, mac (I'ma mac)
Candy paint, on the cadillac (The cadillac)
Paint drippin' kinda damp, Paul Wall the champ
I what them 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 trunk is
From haters in it, I'm in a Navigator tinted
My spinnin', when I stop they do the wiggle-wiggle
Whip is little, paint look like little skittles
I'm in Dallas on 635
I get from 6:30 til 6:35
them hoes go-live
New 4's
Make them hoes hop inside, and expose thighs
After I nut it's like fuck boppers
Pull-up, new Maybach on choppers
that 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