Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I we got a problem
Yeah!

Big money in bitch if you didn't know
Big minus the business suit
Even I look in the like, Is it you?
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 side of a pool
We get ridiculed, we get rid of fools

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

And they say it ain't raining until someone
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 really patient, picture the equation
People taking and they really getting flagrant
Flagging my spaceship, sergeant sniffing for a fragrance

Yayo, yayo, he sniff the yayo
Flying on the hasa 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, nigga what? Fingerfuck your squad
Forty around spending doe, flip ya for my
Luxury tax on packs if you didn't know

Bought a new crib, niggas like I hid
3.2 but I did it for the kids
More guns a pawn shop, got my whole arm rocked
Keep the 760 double-parked in the wrong
hustling, Boss

Yeah, you pay for this
I when I used to pray for this
This, this is classic, so shit you might 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 ain't to see the pen
Like a needle in a haystack we trying to see the pen
This is a tax

Yeah, imagine this, no, 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 it cross the finish line
Putting food on the table like it's time
And is what you call sterotyping by far
Can you tell me why your dog keep my car?

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

More time in the than I spent in the studio
Gangastas paradise and I talking about Coolio
And I lie, still addicted to the odor
Got a ice Pepsi, still thinking Coke-Cola

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

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

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

It cost to dog
when the players on your team consider you as the ball hog
You me like 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 used to 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
a needle in a haystack we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a tax