Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect Team Pt. 3

[Mike
It's Jones, back on the track
I a gat, when I'm in the 'lac
I wreck a track, wack
To sho' my paper stack
If I grind, then I don't shine
If I don't shine, I get behind
I hit the block, a knot
And the spot for one time
I my business on the lo-lo
'Cause haters and tell the po-po
I solo in my 4-do
Caren colored Volvo
I the mic everywhere I go
My name everywhere I go
You tryed to deny but I you know
You to deny but I know you know
If you get me for a show
Or get me to on a flow
Hit
If you wanna get me for a
Or get me to feature on a
Hit

Swang the Pacific in the DSR
I a lil, see these stacks and c-notes
So I'm puttin' all in ya face
Put on ya shades, VVS's glare in ya face
I rock the mic but I wasn't on
I eat at places where they call me
Sit at the table read the menu
Stop the beat, look out the window, watch the continue
Montana style, with a slit in my brows
See big rocks on the watch, five bling-bloaw
Call me Tum-T, I'm big homie with the
Look at the ear, look at the grill, at the necks, look at the watch
Tum-T, boss, O.G. out the 3
You think I was Ashanti how the screens Rain On Me
Yeah!, Still Magnificent on the Mike I was Jones
You lookin' at bitch, go and direct me to the throne

[Paul
When you see me on the block, I'm on my (I'm on my grind)
And when I'm ducked off in the trap it's hustle time (It's time)
I'm bout my paper, bout my cash, I'm bout that green (Bout green)
I never roll, I'ma soldier, I'll take one for the
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Swishablast bout
Gotta get up off my ass, cause fly's fast
Opportunities past but I'm still the ol' G (Same ol' G)
Reebok's and white-t's, I'm the same ol' me (Same ol' me)
you see me at the club, I'm at the bar (I'm at the bar)
And if a gal all in my mix then she a (She a star)
face, slim waste, with a coca-cola shape
but she want me, she just boppin' off my car (Off my car)
I'ma player, hustler, I'ma mac (I'ma mac)
Candy paint, swangas on the (The cadillac)
Paint drippin' kinda damp, Paul Wall the people's
I what them haters think about that ('Bout that)

I'ma doctor, hit foot locker and grab jerseys
Bust a flow and make say "Have Mercy"
uncle jessie, my trunk is messy
From throwin' in it, I'm in a Navigator tinted
My rims spinnin', I stop they do the wiggle-wiggle
Whip is little, paint look like little skittles
I'm in Dallas on 635
I get brain from 6:30 til
them hoes go-live
New 4's
Make them hoes hop inside, and those thighs
I nut it's like fuck them boppers
Pull-up, new Maybach truck on
Glad that I made it, never been fun of the struggle
'Cause these chips on my shoulders ain't Funyons or
Nigga, Magno, Mike Jones, Tum-T, Fat B
it man Perfect Team Part 3