Luyện nghe bài hát Luxery Tax

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

Big in this bitch if you didn't knew
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 from my top to my tennis shoes
New coop, no top, big shoes
slipped, not even on the side of a swimming pool
We don't get rid of Q, we get rid of

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

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

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

Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, saucer on the hasa
In the just to lay-low
Make more money, man, the model for the mob
Need a blowjob, my model, get a for the job

Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob,
what finger fuck your whole squad
Forty around spending doe, flipping for my kid
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 than a pawn shop, got my whole arm rocked
Keep the 760 parked in the wrong spot
Still hustling,

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember I used to pray for this, this, this is classic
shit you might not see again

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

Yeah, imagine this, no that
Gave me my sack like, luck gettin' back, yeah
I'm like to fuck, I'm 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 line
Putting food on the like it's dinner time
And this is what you call about?
Can you tell me my your dog keep sniffing my

Got the to call me a liar
So you got in your trunk? Oh, just a spare tire
You niggas talked blow while I mine
Like a bad crape, locking up in no time

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

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember I used 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, 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

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

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

trapping, shit sent 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, the players on your team
you as the ball hog
You me like Shaq
And you but I didn't say you owe me nigga
But act like you me

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember when I to pray for this, this, this is classic
Some 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 trying to see the pen
Like a needle in a hay stack, we trying to see the pen
is a luxury tax