Luyện nghe bài hát Luxery Tax

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

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

Stay from my top to my tennis shoes
New coop, no top, big tennis
Never slipped, not even on the side of a swimming
We don't get rid of Q, we get rid of

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

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

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

Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flying on the hasa
In the casa to lay-low
Make money, man, that's the model for the mob
a blowjob, my model, get a model for the job

Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob,
Nigga what finger your whole squad
Forty around spending doe, for my kid flo'
Luxury tax on them packs if you know

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

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

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

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

Got the audacity to me a liar
So what you got in trunk? Oh, just a spare tire
You niggas 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 Pepsi but still thinking Coca 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 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

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

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

Tied trapping, sent me to prison
Got mad and went to snapping so homicide to visit
I gun powder
So you got one hour to up with every damn dollar
Or dun-dolla, it cost a ball 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 pay for this
I remember when I used to pray for 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 needle in a hay stack, we ain't to see the pen
This is a tax