Luyện nghe bài hát Luxery Tax

I think we got a problem, League', yeah

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

fresh from my top to my tennis 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 football, I was too small
They say, I couldn't play basketball, I tall
say, I couldn't play baseball at all
And now every day of my I ball

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

I'm a seven-nine Satan, on Lorenz's
And I seem 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, 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 finger fuck your whole squad
around spending doe, flipping for my kid flo'
Luxury tax on them packs if you know

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

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

Yeah, this, no imagine 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 it 'cross the finish line
food on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping
Can you tell me my your dog sniffing my car?

Got the audacity to call me a
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 time in the kitchen I spent in the studio
Case and I ain't talking about Coolio
Can't lie, addicted to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi but still thinking Coca

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 want it nigga, leave it then
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

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 getting and my swaging, black flagging
Million dollar status, fully

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

trapping, shit sent me to prison
Got mad and went to snapping so homicide came to
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 your
Consider you as the hog
You me like Shaq
And you but I didn't say you owe me nigga
But act you know me

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

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