Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I think we got a
Yeah!

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

fresh from my top to my tennis shoes
New coupe, no top, big shoes
slipping, even on the side of a swimming pool
We don't get ridiculed, we get rid of

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

And they say it ain't raining until someone
And I like M.L.K.
Yeah, I have a to be your worst nightmare
Now the boss 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
Flagging down my spaceship, sergeant for a fragrance

Yayo, yayo, he sniff the yayo
Flying saucer on the hasa in the just to lay low
Make more man that 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 whole
Forty around doe, flip ya for my kinfolk
Luxury tax on them if you didn't know

Bought a new crib, feeling like I hid
3.2 but I just did it for the
More guns a pawn shop, got my whole arm rocked
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 see again
And we taxing, you don't want it nigga it then

And we taxing, you want 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
This is a tax

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

And I'm a if I make it cross the finish line
Putting food on the table like it's time
And this is you call sterotyping by far
Can you tell me why your dog sniffing my car?

Huh? Got the to call me a liar
So what you got in your trunk? Oh, a spare tire
You niggas blow, well 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 ain't about Coolio
And I can't lie, addicted to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi, 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 nigga 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, every morning I get dressed in
While y'all half-assing, my pants sagging
I'm getting money and my swagging black

dollar status, fully automatic
Heavy on the innie and even on the women
If it for Reverend, Id probably be out pimping and shit
Pops, my papi, has already me

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

It to ball dog
Especially when the on your team consider you as the ball hog
You treating me like Shaq and you
But I saying you owe me nigga
But act like you know me

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 leave it then

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