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 business
Even I in the mirror like is it you
And I say I must be the if it isn't you

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

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

And they say it ain't raining until assassinated
And I like 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 really patient, picture the equation
People pictures and they really getting flagrant
Flagging down my spaceship, sergeant for a fragrance

Yayo, yayo, he sniff the yayo, flying saucer on the hasa
In the casa to lay-low
Make more money, man, that's the 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 spending doe, flipping for my kid flo'
tax on them packs if you didn't know

Bought a new crib, niggas feeling 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 parked in the 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 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

Yeah, imagine this, no imagine
Gave me my sack like, good luck gettin' back,
I'm like to fuck, I'm get outta there
And if I'm not careful, be the place they find 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 about?
Can you me my your dog keep sniffing my car?

Got the to call me a liar
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 I spent in the studio
Case paradise and I ain't talking Coolio
Can't lie, still to the odor
Got a ice cold but still thinking Coca Cola

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 want it nigga, leave it
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
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, automatic

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

trapping, shit 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 cost a ball

Especially, when the players on your
you as the ball hog
You treat me like
And you Kobe but I say you owe me nigga
But act you know me

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