Luyện nghe bài hát Luxery Tax

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

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

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

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

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

Yayo, yayo, he wanna the yayo, flying saucer on the hasa
In the just to lay-low
Make more money, man, that's the for the mob
Need a blowjob, my model, get a 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 packs if you didn't know

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And we taxin', you don't it nigga, leave it then
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 ain't to see the pen
is a luxury tax

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

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

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

Especially, when the on your team
you as the ball hog
You me like Shaq
And you but I didn't 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
Some you might not see again

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
a needle in a hay stack, we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a tax