Luyện nghe bài hát Perfectionist

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

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

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

Mill]
And my n-gger brick on his way, did a dime for a brick of the Yay'
I'm switching up my bricks like my kicks my lay
Rule number one, keep them bricks where you stay

Ross]
All my women photogenic they never
Pop up in ya city, it's strictly the cake
Quarters to on my road to the riches
All real n-ggers just different positions

[Meek
Ross can be the back, I'ma 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 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 at the register
I stack chedder, etcetera, etcetera

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

[Rick
Coca-cola minx, Canary stones
I'ma stunt if it mean I break a bone
Me and Meek 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 with a bald
No roof, off the car lot
And we don't call n-gger, we just call shots

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

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

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