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 in my perimeter
If they us we slide on them like a banister
Dodging fat cameras, balling like stamina
Block doing numbers, I graduated the

[Rick
in the Maybach, bricks 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 this

Mill]
And my n-gger brick on his way, just did a dime for a of the Yay'
I'm up my bricks like my kicks with my lay
number one, never keep them bricks where you stay

[Rick
All my women photogenic never depreciate
Pop up in ya city, it's strictly about the
Quarters to half's on my to the riches
All real n-ggers just playing positions

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

Ross]
I'm to failure, heroin paraphernalia
Frank Lucas furs at the on my cellular
like Mayweather, Don King at the register
I stack chedder, it's etcetera,

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

Ross]
Coca-cola minx, yellow stones
I'ma stunt if it mean I gotta a bone
Me and Meek in the hood on chrome
Double-M G and we 20 million

[Meek
Doesn't matter if it's chess or checkers it's 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 shots

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

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

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