Luyện nghe bài hát Perfectionist

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

Mill]
And I murder anything in my
If they disrespect us we on them like a banister
Dodging fat cameras, balling like f-ck
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.
Publisher watch the money, I got on this 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 my kicks with my lay
number one, never keep them bricks where you stay

[Rick
All my photogenic they never depreciate
Pop up in ya city, strictly about the cake
Quarters to on my road to the riches
All real just playing different positions

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

Ross]
I'm allergic to failure, paraphernalia
Frank furs at the fight on my cellular
Ball like Mayweather, Don at the register
I stack chedder, etcetera, etcetera

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

[Rick
minx, Canary yellow 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 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 call shots

[Rick
F-ck the competition I bury the
Think when you see what I up out the holster
even breath, remember what yo mama told ya
We the real g's and the well soldiers

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

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