Luyện nghe bài hát The Perfectionist

1)

Sitting on the couch my head in my hands I need to think
Think fast, to set up a plan to get big
Lick said Im the man I know this
But its hard my own fan
Im so thick, thick headed when it comes to the
My weapon
Said the go theres no better time than
The present, not a time to get a stepping
Whats a for a hustler if its the wrong direction
I take a sec all the right corrections
Full inspection make sure its
neglected saying Im obsessive
But a record aint a record less it is impressive
Ive been with the sickness of perfectionist
Like if you grab a hips and twist it while sexing it
It feels betta use of the erection
Every lesson, welcome
Baby dont you even it

(chorus)

Cause if your and aint working
And you just dont get it and it sound
Just flow (X2)
recognize
Real you can bet the music
Come my soul
my soul
From my
I said the comes from my soul
with it games with it
Till the
Asher Rosh aint no
Aint no

(Verse 2)
I see the visions bigger than the big
Doing division figures of dirt diggler
Weed an liqueur play the role of an
But afflicted for the
I still a stickler
Slick thinker, picker upper
Bounty hunter for the and
I found about a of em
They be dumb enough them
with gum I cover them, smother them,
and then I tell mother on em
grounded for sounding like a
clown not allowed out the for
our sound down, kick out
Vanished from the but bromanted
may be while they handed me
My
Bow start respecting it
New in effect and you all should
Expected it new schools is
Ash be the president cause Im a
True

(chorus)

Cause if your trying and working
And you just dont get it and it well
Just wont (X2)
Well
you can bet cause the music
Come from my
my soul
From my
I said the comes from my soul
Sick with it games it
the limitsey
Asher Rosh no joke
no joke

(Beanie)
Kiss my is a b mac thing
Im on a road to the like a
G-rap
Young and jump the corner
Then he got
who ran through your castle
And your queen
I aint your average little young
Scrapper, I aint a
Im an gun clapper
I shot shorties and turning moon blacker
Snap like cameras in dark rappers
Who arm metal jacket
Niggas hambuger hell, get your potune
You in deep this harpoon practice
Your is cactus, cartoon rappers
I draw on like stick figures
Get the picture, I aint to trace nigga
You expected this from two
Rap

(chorus)

Cause if trying and aint working
And you just get it and it sound well
Just wont (X2)
recognize
Real you can bet the music
Come my soul
From my
From my
I said the music comes from my
Sick it games with it
Till the
Asher aint no joke
no joke