Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I we got a problem
Yeah!

Big money in bitch if you didn't know
Big business the business suit
Even I look in the mirror like, Is it
And I say I be the hottest if it isnt you

Stay fresh from my top to my tennis
New coupe, no top, big shoes
Never slipping, even on the of a swimming pool
We don't get ridiculed, we get rid of

They said I couldn't play football, I was too
They say I couldn't 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 ain't raining until someone
And I like M.L.K.
Yeah, I have a dream to be your worst
Now meet the of the cartel, Ross!

I'm a seven-nine satan, on Lorenzzes
And I seem really patient, picture the
People taking pictures and they getting flagrant
Flagging my spaceship, sergeant sniffing for a fragrance

Yayo, yayo, he wanna the yayo
Flying on the hasa in the casa just to lay low
Make more money man that the for the mob
Need a my model, get a model for the job

Go hard, no job, hustler, no
Poster, what? Fingerfuck your whole squad
around spending doe, flip ya for my kinfolk
Luxury tax on them if you didn't know

Bought a new crib, feeling like I hid
3.2 but I just did it for the
More guns than a pawn shop, got my arm rocked
Keep the 760 double-parked in the spot
Still hustling,

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember I used to pray for this
This, this is classic, so you might never see again
And we taxing, you want it nigga leave it then

And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it
And we trying to see the pen
Like a needle in a haystack we trying to see the pen
This is a tax

Yeah, this, no, imagine that
Gave me my sack like, good getting back
I'm like, The fuck I'm going there
And if I'm not careful, be the same they find him there

And I'm a winner if I make it cross the finish
Putting food on the like it's dinner time
And is what you call sterotyping by far
Can you tell me why your dog sniffing my car?

Huh? Got the audacity to call me a
So what you got in your trunk? Oh, just a spare
You niggas talk blow, well I mine
Like a bad crampe, locking up in no time

More time in the kitchen than I in the studio
paradise and I ain't talking about Coolio
And I can't lie, still to the odor
Got a ice Pepsi, still thinking Coke-Cola

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember I used to pray for this
This, this is classic, so shit you might see again
And we taxing, you want it nigga leave it then

And we taxing, you don't want it nigga it then
And we ain't to see the pen
Like a needle in a haystack we ain't 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 y'all half-assing, nigga my pants
I'm getting money and my swagging black

Million dollar status, automatic
Heavy on the innie and harder on the women
If it for Reverend, Id probably be out pimping and shit
Pops, my papi, has hear me

I tied trapping, sent me to prison
Got mad and went to snapping, so homicide came to
I smell gun powder, so you got one
To come up with every damn dollar or done dollar

It cost to dog
Especially the players on your team consider you as the ball hog
You treating me Shaq and you Kobe
But I ain't saying you owe me
But act like you know me

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember when I to pray for this
This, this is classic, so shit you never see again
And we taxing, you don't want it leave it then

And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it
And we trying to see the pen
Like a needle in a haystack we trying to see the pen
This is a tax