Luyện nghe bài hát Luxery Tax

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

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

Stay from my top to my tennis shoes
New coop, no top, big shoes
Never slipped, not even on the side of a pool
We get rid of Q, we get rid of fools

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

And they say it raining until someone assassinated
And I feel M L K, yeah
Yeah, I have a dream to be worst nightmare
And now meet the of the cartel

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

Yayo, yayo, he wanna the yayo, flying saucer on the hasa
In the casa just to
Make money, man, that's the model for the mob
a blowjob, my model, get a model for the job

Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob,
Nigga finger fuck your whole squad
around 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 than a shop, got my whole arm rocked
Keep the 760 parked in the wrong spot
hustling, boss

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember when I used to 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 it nigga, leave it then
And we trying to see the pen
Like a needle in a hay stack, we ain't to see the pen
is a luxury tax

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

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

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

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

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember when I 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 want it nigga, leave it
And we ain't to see the pen
Like a needle in a hay stack, we trying to see the pen
is a luxury 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 money and my swaging, black flagging
Million dollar status, fully

Heavy on the Henny, even on the women
If it wasn't for
I probably would pimpin' and
Pops, my papa, has already me

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

Especially, when the on your team
Consider you as the hog
You treat me like
And you Kobe but I didn't say you owe me
But act like you me

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

And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, leave it
And we taxin', you want 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
This is a tax