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 like is it you
And I say I must be the if it isn't you

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

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

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

I'm a seven-nine Satan, on Lorenz's
And I seem really patient, picture the
People taking pictures and 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
more money, man, that's the model for the mob
Need a blowjob, my model, get a for the job

Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob,
what finger fuck your whole squad
Forty around spending doe, 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 whole arm
the 760 double parked in the wrong spot
Still hustling,

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

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

Yeah, imagine this, no that
Gave me my sack like, luck gettin' back, yeah
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 finish
Putting food on the table like it's time
And this is what you call stereotyping
Can you tell me my dog keep sniffing my car?

Got the audacity to call me a
So what you got in your Oh, just a spare tire
You niggas talked blow while I sold
Like a bad crape, it's locking up in no

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

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember when I used to pray for 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
a needle 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 dressed in
While half ass, nigga, my pants sag
I'm getting money and my swaging, black
Million status, fully automatic

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

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

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

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember when I used to pray for this, this, this is
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 needle in a hay stack, we trying to see the pen
This is a tax