Luyện nghe bài hát Luxery Tax

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

Big in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business
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 of a swimming pool
We get rid of Q, we get rid of fools

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

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

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

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

Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob,
Nigga what finger fuck your squad
Forty around doe, flipping for my kid flo'
Luxury tax on them if you didn't know

a new crib, niggas feeling 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 parked in the wrong spot
Still hustling,

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember I used 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

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

And I'm a if I make it 'cross the finish 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 audacity to me a liar
So you got in your trunk? Oh, just a spare tire
You talked blow while I sold mine
Like a bad crape, it's locking up in no

time in the kitchen then I spent in the studio
Case paradise and I ain't talking about
Can't lie, still addicted to the
Got a ice cold Pepsi but thinking Coca Cola

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 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 trying to see the pen
This is a tax

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

Heavy on the Henny, even on the women
If it for reverend
I probably would and shit
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 hour to up with every damn dollar
Or your dun-dolla, it cost a ball

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

And we taxin', you don't 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 trying to see the pen
is a luxury tax