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
I look in the mirror like 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 even on the 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 play basketball, I tall
say, I couldn't play baseball at all
And now every day of my life I

And they say it raining until someone assassinated
And I like M L K, yeah
Yeah, I have a dream to be your worst
And now meet the boss of the

I'm a Satan, sitting on Lorenz's
And I seem patient, picture the equation
People taking pictures and they really getting
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
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 what finger fuck your squad
around spending 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 just did it for the
guns than a pawn shop, got my whole arm rocked
Keep the 760 double parked in the wrong
hustling, boss

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 want it nigga, leave 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 gettin' back, yeah
I'm like to fuck, I'm get outta there
And if I'm not careful, be the same place find him there

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

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

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

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember when I used to 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
a needle 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 in black
Hold on, every morning I get dressed in
your half ass, nigga, my pants sag
I'm money and my swaging, black flagging
dollar status, fully automatic

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

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

Especially, when the players on team
Consider you as the hog
You treat me 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 to pray 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 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
This is a tax