Luyện nghe bài hát Luxery Tax

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

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

Stay fresh from my top to my tennis
New coop, no top, big tennis
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 football, I was too small
They say, I couldn't basketball, I wasn't tall
They say, I couldn't play 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 your nightmare
And now the boss of the cartel

I'm a seven-nine Satan, on Lorenz's
And I really patient, picture the equation
People taking pictures and they really flagrant
Flagging down my spaceship, sergeant for a fragrance

Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flying saucer on the
In the casa just to
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 fuck whole squad
Forty around spending doe, for my kid flo'
Luxury tax on packs if you didn't know

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

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

And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, leave it
And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, leave it
And we trying to see the pen
Like a needle in a hay stack, we trying to see the pen
is a luxury tax

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

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

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

More in the kitchen then I spent in the studio
Case paradise and I ain't talking Coolio
lie, still addicted to the odor
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 not see again

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

on the Henny, even harder on the women
If it for reverend
I would pimpin' and shit
Pops, my papa, has already 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 dogg

Especially, when the players on team
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 I used to pray for this, this, this is classic
Some you might not see again

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