Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I we got a problem
Yeah!

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

Stay fresh my top to my tennis shoes
New coupe, no top, big tennis
Never slipping, even on the side of a 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 I ball

And they say it ain't until someone assassinate
And I feel 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 seem really patient, picture the
taking pictures and they really getting flagrant
Flagging down my spaceship, sergeant sniffing for a

Yayo, yayo, he wanna the yayo
Flying saucer on the hasa in the 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, nigga what? Fingerfuck whole squad
Forty around spending doe, flip ya for my
Luxury tax on them packs if you know

a new crib, niggas 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 in the wrong spot
Still hustling,

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

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

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

And I'm a winner if I make it the finish line
Putting on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you sterotyping by far
Can you tell me why your dog keep sniffing my

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 mine
a bad crampe, it's locking up in no time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember I used 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 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
This is a tax