Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I think we got a
Yeah!

Big money in this bitch if you know
Big minus the business suit
Even I in the mirror like, Is it you?
And I say I must be the hottest if it you

Stay fresh from my top to my tennis
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 couldn't play football, I was too
They say I couldn't play basketball I tall
say I couldn't play baseball at all
And now day of my life I ball

And they say it ain't until someone assassinate
And I feel M.L.K.
Yeah, I have a dream to be worst nightmare
Now the boss of the cartel, Ross!

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

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

Go hard, no job, hustler, no
Poster, nigga what? your whole squad
around spending doe, flip ya for my kinfolk
Luxury tax on them packs if you know

a new crib, niggas feeling like I hid
3.2 but I did it for the kids
guns than a pawn shop, got my whole arm rocked
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 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 ain't to see the pen
Like a needle in a haystack we trying to see the pen
is a luxury tax

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

Huh? Got the to call me a liar
So what you got in trunk? Oh, just a spare tire
You niggas talk blow, I sold mine
Like a bad crampe, 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, still to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi, thinking Coke-Cola

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

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

Million status, fully 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 already me

I tied trapping, shit sent me to
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 cost to dog
Especially when the players on your consider you as the ball hog
You treating me Shaq and you Kobe
But I ain't you owe me nigga
But act like you me nigga

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember when I used to pray for
This, this is classic, so shit you might see again
And we taxing, you don't want it 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
is a luxury tax