Luyện nghe bài hát Luxery Tax

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

Big money in bitch if you didn't knew
Big minus 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 from my top to my tennis shoes
New coop, no top, big shoes
Never slipped, not on the side of a swimming pool
We don't get rid of Q, we get rid of

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

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

I'm a seven-nine Satan, sitting on
And I seem patient, picture the equation
People pictures and they really getting flagrant
Flagging 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 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 what fuck your whole squad
Forty spending doe, flipping for my kid flo'
Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't

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 parked in the spot
Still hustling,

Yeah, you gotta pay for
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, leave it
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
is a luxury tax

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember I used to pray for this, this, this is classic
shit 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 needle in a hay stack, we ain't to see the pen
This is a tax