Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I think we got a
Yeah!

Big money in bitch 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 tennis
slipping, even on the side of a swimming pool
We don't get ridiculed, we get rid of

They said I play football, I was too small
They say I couldn't play I wasn't tall
say I couldn't play baseball 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 worst nightmare
Now meet the of the cartel, Ross!

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

Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the
Flying on the hasa in the casa just to lay low
Make money 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 Fingerfuck your whole squad
Forty around doe, flip ya for my kinfolk
Luxury tax on them packs if you know

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

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember when I used to for this
This, this is classic, so shit you might never see
And we taxing, you want it nigga leave 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 ain't to see the pen
This is a tax

Yeah, this, no, imagine that
Gave me my like, good luck 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 make it cross the finish
Putting food on the table like it's dinner
And is what you call sterotyping by far
Can you tell me why your dog sniffing my car?

Huh? Got the audacity to call me a
So what you got in your trunk? Oh, a spare tire
You niggas talk blow, well I mine
Like a bad crampe, locking up in no time

More time in the kitchen 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 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 leave it

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

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

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

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

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

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 want it nigga leave 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 we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a tax