Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I we got a problem
Yeah!

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

Stay fresh my top to my tennis shoes
New coupe, no top, big tennis
slipping, even on the side of a swimming pool
We get ridiculed, we get rid of fools

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

And they say it raining until someone assassinate
And I feel M.L.K.
Yeah, I have a to be your worst nightmare
Now the boss of the cartel, Ross!

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

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

Go hard, no job, hustler, no
Poster, nigga Fingerfuck your whole squad
Forty around spending doe, ya for my kinfolk
Luxury tax on packs 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 shop, got my whole arm rocked
Keep the 760 double-parked in the wrong
Still hustling,

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

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

Yeah, imagine this, no, that
me my sack like, good luck getting back
I'm like, The fuck I'm going 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 finish
Putting food on the table like it's time
And this is what you call by far
Can you tell me why dog keep sniffing my car?

Huh? Got the to call me a liar
So what you got in your Oh, just a spare tire
You niggas talk blow, well I sold
Like a bad crampe, it's up in no time

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

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

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

I'm up in the morning and I'm dressed in black
Hold on, every morning I get dressed in
While y'all half-assing, nigga my sagging
I'm getting money and my swagging black

Million dollar status, automatic
on the innie and even 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 to visit
I gun powder, so you got one hour
To come up every damn dollar or your done dollar

It cost to dog
Especially when the players on your team consider you as the hog
You treating me Shaq and you Kobe
But I saying you owe me nigga
But act you know me nigga

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember when I to pray for this
This, this is classic, so shit you might see again
And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it

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