Luyện nghe bài hát Luxery Tax

I think we got a problem, 'Justice League',

Big money in this bitch if you didn't
Big business minus the business
I look in the mirror like is it you
And I say I must be the if it isn't you

Stay fresh from my top to my tennis
New coop, no top, big shoes
slipped, not even on the side of a swimming pool
We don't get rid of Q, we get rid of

They said, I play football, I was too small
They say, I couldn't play basketball, I wasn't
say, I couldn't play baseball at all
And now every day of my I ball

And they say it ain't raining until someone
And I feel like M L K,
Yeah, I have a dream to be your worst
And now meet the of the cartel

I'm a seven-nine Satan, sitting on
And I really patient, picture the equation
taking pictures and they really getting flagrant
Flagging down my spaceship, sergeant for a fragrance

Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flying on the hasa
In the casa to lay-low
Make more money, man, the model for the mob
a blowjob, my model, get a model for the job

Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob,
Nigga what finger your whole squad
around spending doe, flipping for my kid flo'
Luxury tax on them packs if you know

Bought a new crib, niggas like I hid
3.2 but I did it for the kids
More guns than a pawn shop, got my whole arm
Keep the 760 double parked in the wrong
Still hustling,

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember I used to pray for this, this, this is classic
Some shit you might not see

And we taxin', you don't it nigga, leave it then
And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, it then
And we ain't to see the pen
Like a needle in a hay stack, we ain't to see the pen
This is a tax

Yeah, imagine this, no that
Gave me my sack like, good luck back, yeah
I'm like to fuck, I'm gonna get outta
And if I'm not careful, be the same they find him there

And I'm a winner if I it 'cross the finish line
Putting food on the table like it's dinner
And this is you call stereotyping about?
Can you tell me my your dog keep my car?

Got the audacity to me a liar
So what you got in trunk? Oh, just a spare tire
You niggas talked blow while I mine
Like a bad crape, it's locking up in no

More time in the kitchen I spent in the studio
Case paradise and I ain't about Coolio
lie, still addicted to the odor
Got a ice Pepsi but still thinking Coca Cola

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember I used to pray for this, this, this is classic
Some shit you not see again

And we taxin', you want it nigga, leave it then
And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, it then
And we ain't to see the pen
a needle in a hay stack, we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a tax

I'm up early in the and I'm dressed in black
Hold on, every morning I get in black
your half ass, nigga, my pants sag
I'm getting money and my swaging, flagging
dollar status, fully automatic

Heavy on the Henny, even harder on the
If it for reverend
I probably pimpin' and shit
Pops, my papa, has already me

Tied trapping, sent me to prison
Got mad and went to snapping so homicide to visit
I gun powder
So you got one to come up with every damn dollar
Or your dun-dolla, it a ball dogg

Especially, when the players on team
you as the ball hog
You treat me like
And you Kobe but I say you owe me nigga
But act like you me

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember I used to pray for this, this, this is classic
shit you might not see again

And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, leave it
And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, leave it
And we trying to see the pen
Like a needle in a hay stack, we trying to see the pen
is a luxury tax