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 mirror is it you
And I say I be the hottest if it isn't you

fresh from my top to my tennis shoes
New coop, no top, big tennis
slipped, not even 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
say, I couldn't play basketball, I wasn't tall
They say, I play baseball at all
And now day of my life I ball

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

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

Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flying saucer on the
In the just to lay-low
Make more money, man, 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 your whole squad
Forty around spending doe, for my kid flo'
tax on them packs if you didn't know

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

Yeah, you pay for this
I when I used to pray for this, this, this is classic
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, it then
And we trying to see the pen
Like a needle in a hay stack, we ain't to see the pen
This is a tax

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

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

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

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

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember when I used to for this, this, this is classic
Some shit you 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 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
on, every morning I get dressed in black
While your ass, nigga, my pants sag
I'm getting money and my swaging, black
Million status, fully automatic

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

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

Especially, when the players on your
you as the ball hog
You me like Shaq
And you Kobe but I 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, 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
a needle in a hay stack, we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a tax