Luyện nghe bài hát Luxery Tax

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

Big money in bitch if you didn't knew
Big minus the business suit
Even I look in the mirror is it you
And I say I must be the hottest if it you

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

They said, I play football, I was too small
They say, I play basketball, I wasn't tall
say, I couldn't play 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 to be your worst nightmare
And now the boss of the cartel

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

Yayo, yayo, he sniff the yayo, flying saucer on the hasa
In the just 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 finger fuck your whole squad
Forty around spending doe, flipping for my kid
Luxury tax on them if you didn't know

Bought a new crib, 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 when I used to pray for this, this, is classic
Some shit you not see again

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 needle in a hay stack, we trying to see the pen
This is a tax

Yeah, imagine this, no that
Gave me my sack like, luck gettin' back, yeah
I'm like to fuck, I'm gonna get 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 finish
Putting food on the table like dinner time
And this is what you stereotyping about?
Can you me my your dog keep sniffing my car?

Got the audacity to call me a
So you got in your trunk? Oh, just a spare tire
You niggas talked blow while I sold
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 cold Pepsi but thinking Coca Cola

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, leave it
And we taxin', you don't it nigga, leave it then
And we trying 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, morning I get dressed in black
While half ass, nigga, my pants sag
I'm money and my swaging, black flagging
Million dollar status, fully

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

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

Especially, when the players on your
Consider you as the hog
You treat me Shaq
And you but I didn't say you owe me nigga
But act you know me

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember when I used to 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 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
is a luxury tax