Luyện nghe bài hát Luxery Tax

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

Big money in this bitch if you knew
Big business minus the business
Even I look in the like is it you
And I say I must be the hottest if it 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 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 someone assassinated
And I feel M L K, yeah
Yeah, I have a dream to be your worst
And now meet the boss of the

I'm a Satan, sitting on Lorenz's
And I seem really patient, picture the
People pictures and they really getting flagrant
Flagging down my spaceship, sergeant sniffing for a

Yayo, yayo, he sniff the yayo, flying saucer on the hasa
In the casa just to
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,
Nigga what finger fuck your whole
around spending doe, flipping for my kid flo'
Luxury tax on them if you didn't know

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And we taxin', you don't it nigga, leave it then
And we taxin', you want 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
is a luxury tax

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

Heavy on the Henny, even harder on the
If it for reverend
I probably would and shit
Pops, my papa, has already me

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

Especially, the players on your team
Consider you as the 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 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, leave it
And we taxin', you want 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