Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I we got a problem
Yeah!

Big money in this bitch if you know
Big business minus the business
Even I in the mirror like, Is it you?
And I say I must be the 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 swimming
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 I wasn't tall
They say I play baseball at all
And now every day of my life I

And they say it raining until someone assassinate
And I like M.L.K.
Yeah, I have a dream to be your worst
Now meet the of the cartel, Ross!

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

Yayo, yayo, he wanna the yayo
Flying saucer on the hasa in the casa to lay low
Make more man that the model for the mob
a blowjob my model, get a model 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

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

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember when I to pray for this
This, this is classic, so shit you might never see
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 in a haystack we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a tax

Yeah, imagine this, no, imagine
Gave me my like, good luck getting 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 line
Putting food on the like it's dinner time
And this is what you sterotyping by far
Can you tell me why dog keep sniffing my car?

Huh? Got the to call me a liar
So what you got in your trunk? Oh, 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 than I spent in the
paradise and I ain't talking about Coolio
And I can't lie, addicted to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi, still Coke-Cola

Yeah, you pay for this
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 nigga 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, morning I get dressed in black
While half-assing, nigga my pants sagging
I'm getting money and my black flagging

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

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

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

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 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 we ain't trying to see the pen
is a luxury tax