Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I think we got a
Yeah!

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

Stay from my top to my tennis shoes
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 I couldn't play football, I was too small
They say I couldn't play basketball I tall
They say I couldn't play at all
And now every day of my I ball

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

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

Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the
Flying saucer on the in the casa 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
Poster, what? Fingerfuck your whole squad
Forty around spending doe, flip ya for my
tax on them packs if you didn't know

Bought a new crib, niggas like I hid
3.2 but I just did it for the
More guns than a pawn shop, got my whole arm
Keep the 760 in the wrong spot
hustling, Boss

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember when I used to for this
This, this is classic, so shit you might never see
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
is a luxury tax

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

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

More time in the kitchen 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 Coke-Cola

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 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

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

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

I tied trapping, shit me to prison
Got mad and went to snapping, so homicide came to
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 team consider you as the ball hog
You treating me Shaq and you Kobe
But I ain't saying you owe me
But act you know me nigga

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

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