Luyện nghe bài hát Luxery Tax

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

Big in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big minus the business suit
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 shoes
New coop, no top, big shoes
Never slipped, not even on the of a swimming pool
We get rid of Q, we get rid of fools

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

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

I'm a Satan, sitting on Lorenz's
And I seem patient, picture the equation
People taking and they really getting flagrant
down my spaceship, sergeant sniffing for a fragrance

Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, saucer on the hasa
In the just to lay-low
Make more money, man, that's the for the mob
a blowjob, my model, get a model for the job

Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob,
Nigga what finger fuck your whole
around spending doe, flipping for my kid flo'
Luxury tax on packs if you didn't know

Bought a new crib, niggas like I hid
3.2 but I just did it for the
More guns a pawn shop, got my whole arm rocked
Keep the 760 double parked in the spot
hustling, boss

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

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

And I'm a if I make it 'cross the finish line
Putting food on the table like dinner time
And this is what you call about?
Can you tell me my dog keep sniffing my car?

Got the audacity to call me a
So what you got in your trunk? Oh, a spare tire
You niggas talked blow I sold mine
Like a bad crape, locking up in no time

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

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

And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, leave it
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

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

Heavy on the Henny, even on the women
If it for reverend
I probably would pimpin' and
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 hour to come up with damn dollar
Or your dun-dolla, it cost a ball

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

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

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