Luyện nghe bài hát Perfectionist

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

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

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

[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, never keep bricks where you stay

Ross]
All my women they never depreciate
Pop up in ya city, strictly about the cake
Quarters to half's on my road to the
All real just playing different positions

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

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

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

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

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

[Rick
the competition I bury the cockroaches
Think when you see what I pull up out the
Can't even breath, remember yo mama told ya
We the real g's and the well soldiers

Mill]
So if you n-gger scared, call the up
We taking over I'm just giving heads up
We shoot them down, just to let them know we up
8 n-gger, tell the labels, get our bread up

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