Luyện nghe bài hát Perfectionist

[Rick
out of necessity, father never corrected me
Streets me no sympathy, Audemar my accessory, huh
Never accurate, I'm aiming at Acura, yeah
rate accelerate on other amateurs

[Meek
And I anything in my perimeter
If they disrespect us we on them like a banister
fat cameras, balling like f-ck stamina
Block numbers, I graduated the mansion

Ross]
Bricks in the Maybach, in the Escalade
Bricks on brickle, we got in the bay
San Fran bricks got in L.A.
watch the money, I got bricks on this plane

[Meek
And my n-gger brick on his way, just did a dime for a brick of the
I'm switching up my like my kicks with my lay
Rule number one, never keep them bricks you stay

[Rick
All my photogenic they never depreciate
Pop up in ya city, it's strictly about the
Quarters to half's on my to the riches
All real n-ggers just playing different

Mill]
Ross can be the quarter back, run his quarter back
try to intercept a n-gger like a quarter back
Make a n-gger pay a birds, get his daughter back
Get the money, clean it all up at the Laundromat

[Rick
I'm allergic to failure, paraphernalia
Frank furs at the fight on my cellular
like Mayweather, Don King at the register
I stack chedder, etcetera, etcetera

Mill]
I'm addicted to winning, women and spinnin'
on linen, a n-gger starting he finish
D.A. me menace, mama call me a king
So therefore I'm dropping soon like Tyson was in the

Ross]
Coca-cola minx, Canary stones
stunt if it mean I gotta break a bone
Me and Milly in the hood on chrome
Double-M G and we 20 million

[Meek
matter if it's chess or checkers cause it's all blocks (bricks)
I'm in this 911 with a bald spot
No roof, off the car lot
And we don't call cops n-gger, we call shots

Ross]
F-ck the competition I the cockroaches
Think you see what I pull up out the holster
Can't even breath, what yo mama told ya
We the real g's and the well soldiers

[Meek
So if you scared, call the feds up
We taking I'm just giving n-ggers heads up
We them down, just to let them know we dead up
8 n-gger, tell the labels, get our bread up

MMG, bitch, Maybach Music, we just do like this for no reason