Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I we got a problem
Yeah!

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

Stay from my top to my tennis shoes
New coupe, no top, big tennis
Never slipping, even on the of a swimming pool
We get ridiculed, we get rid of fools

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

And they say it ain't raining until assassinate
And I like M.L.K.
Yeah, I have a dream to be worst nightmare
Now the boss of the cartel, Ross!

I'm a satan, sitting on Lorenzzes
And I really patient, picture the equation
People taking pictures and really getting flagrant
Flagging my spaceship, sergeant sniffing for a fragrance

Yayo, yayo, he sniff the yayo
Flying saucer on the hasa in the casa to lay low
Make 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, flip ya for my
Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't

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

Yeah, you gotta pay for
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 nigga it then
And we trying to see the pen
Like a needle in a haystack we ain't to see the pen
is a luxury tax

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

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

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

More in the kitchen than I spent in the studio
Gangastas paradise and I talking about Coolio
And I can't lie, still to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi, still thinking

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember I used to pray 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 it nigga leave it then
And we trying to see the pen
Like a needle in a we ain't trying to see the pen
is a luxury tax

I'm up early in the morning and I'm in black
Hold on, every morning I get in black
While half-assing, nigga my pants sagging
I'm getting and my swagging black flagging

Million status, fully automatic
Heavy on the innie and even on the women
If it wasn't for Reverend, Id probably be out and shit
Pops, my papi, has hear me

I trapping, shit 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 consider you as the ball hog
You treating me like and you Kobe
But I ain't you owe me nigga
But act like you me nigga

Yeah, you pay for this
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 nigga it then

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