Luyện nghe bài hát Luxery Tax

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

Big money in this bitch if you knew
Big business the business suit
Even I look in the mirror is it you
And I say I must be the if it isn't you

Stay fresh my top to my tennis shoes
New coop, no top, big shoes
Never slipped, not even on the side of a swimming
We don't get rid of Q, we get rid of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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, it then
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 sack like, good luck back, yeah
I'm to fuck, I'm gonna get outta there
And if I'm not careful, be the same place they him there

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

Got the audacity to call me a
So you got in your 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 then I spent 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 to pray for this, this, this is classic
Some shit you not see again

And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, it then
And we taxin', you want it nigga, leave 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 dressed in
While half 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 and shit
Pops, my papa, has already me

Tied trapping, shit me to prison
Got mad and went to so homicide came to visit
I smell gun
So you got one hour to up with every damn dollar
Or dun-dolla, it cost a ball dogg

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

Yeah, you pay for this
I when 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, it then
And we taxin', you don't it nigga, leave it then
And we trying to see the pen
Like a in a hay stack, we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a tax