Luyện nghe bài hát Perfectionist

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

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

[Rick
Bricks in the Maybach, bricks in the
on brickle, we got bricks in the bay
San bricks got bricks in L.A.
Publisher watch the money, I got bricks on plane

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

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

[Meek
can be the quarter back, I'ma run his quarter back
Feds try to a n-gger like a quarter back
Make a n-gger pay a birds, get his daughter back
Get the dirty money, it all up at the Laundromat

[Rick
I'm to failure, heroin paraphernalia
Frank Lucas furs at the fight on my
Ball like Mayweather, Don King at the
I chedder, it's etcetera, etcetera

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

Ross]
Coca-cola minx, Canary yellow
I'ma stunt if it I gotta break a bone
Me and Milly in the hood on chrome
G and we 20 million strong

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

[Rick
F-ck the competition I the cockroaches
Think you see what I pull up out the holster
Can't even breath, remember what yo mama ya
We the real g's and the well paid

[Meek
So if you n-gger scared, the feds up
We over 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 shit this for no reason