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 the business suit
Even I in the mirror like is it you
And I say I must be the 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 side of a swimming
We don't get rid of Q, we get rid of

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

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

I'm a Satan, sitting on Lorenz's
And I seem patient, picture the equation
People taking pictures and they really flagrant
down my spaceship, sergeant sniffing for a fragrance

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

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

a new crib, niggas feeling like I hid
3.2 but I just did it for the
More guns than a pawn shop, got my whole arm
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, this is
Some shit you might not see

And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, leave it
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
is a luxury tax

Yeah, imagine this, no that
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 same they find him there

And I'm a if I make it 'cross the finish line
Putting food on the table it's 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 tire
You niggas blow while I sold mine
Like a bad crape, locking up in no time

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

Yeah, you gotta pay for
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, it then
And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, leave it
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

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

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

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

Especially, when the on your team
Consider you as the hog
You treat me like
And you Kobe but I didn't say you owe me
But act like you me

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember when I used to pray for this, this, this is
Some you might 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