Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I we got a problem
Yeah!

Big money in this if you didn't know
Big business minus the business
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 shoes
Never slipping, even on the 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 play 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 until someone assassinate
And I like M.L.K.
Yeah, I have a to be your worst nightmare
Now meet the of the cartel, Ross!

I'm a seven-nine satan, sitting on
And I really patient, picture the equation
People taking and they really getting flagrant
down 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, what? Fingerfuck your whole squad
Forty around doe, flip ya for my kinfolk
tax on them packs if you didn't know

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

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 want it nigga leave it then

And we taxing, you don't want it nigga it then
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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember when I used to pray for
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 want it leave 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

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

dollar 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 already me

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

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

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I when I used to pray for this
This, is classic, so shit you might never see again
And we taxing, you want it nigga leave 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