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 be the hottest 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 get rid of Q, we get rid of fools

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

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

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

Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flying saucer on the
In the casa just to
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 fuck your whole squad
Forty around doe, flipping for my kid flo'
Luxury tax on packs if you didn't know

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

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember when I used to pray for 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 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

Yeah, imagine this, no that
Gave me my sack like, 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 find him

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

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

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

Yeah, you pay for this
I when I used 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
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 I get dressed in black
While your ass, nigga, my pants sag
I'm getting and my swaging, black 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 hear me

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

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

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember when I used to pray for this, this, is classic
Some shit you 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