Luyện nghe bài hát Perfectionist

[Rick
Hustle out of necessity, father corrected me
showed me no sympathy, Audemar my accessory, huh
Never accurate, I'm at your Acura, yeah
Heart accelerate on other amateurs

[Meek
And I murder in my perimeter
If disrespect us we slide on them like a banister
Dodging fat cameras, like f-ck stamina
doing numbers, I graduated the mansion

[Rick
Bricks in the Maybach, in the Escalade
on brickle, we got bricks in the bay
San bricks got bricks 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 of the Yay'
I'm switching up my like my kicks with my lay
Rule number one, keep them bricks where you stay

Ross]
All my photogenic they never depreciate
Pop up in ya city, strictly about the cake
Quarters to on my road to the riches
All n-ggers just playing different positions

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

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

[Meek
I'm addicted to winning, pretty women and
on linen, a n-gger starting he finish
D.A. label me menace, call me a king
So therefore I'm dropping like Tyson was in the ring

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

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

Ross]
F-ck the I bury the cockroaches
Think when you see what I up out the holster
Can't breath, remember what yo mama told ya
We the real g's and the paid soldiers

[Meek
So if you n-gger scared, call the up
We taking over I'm just n-ggers heads up
We shoot them down, just to let 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