Luyện nghe bài hát Luxery Tax

I think we got a problem, League', yeah

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

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

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 raining until someone 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 Satan, sitting on Lorenz's
And I seem patient, picture the equation
People pictures and they really getting flagrant
Flagging down my spaceship, sergeant for a fragrance

Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flying saucer on the
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,
Nigga finger fuck your whole squad
Forty around doe, flipping for my kid flo'
Luxury tax on packs if you didn't know

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

Yeah, you pay for this
I when I used to pray for this, 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 trying 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
Gave me my sack like, good luck back, yeah
I'm to fuck, I'm gonna get outta there
And if I'm not careful, be the same place they find him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember when I to pray for this, 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 ain't to see the pen
Like a in a hay stack, we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a tax