Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I we got a problem
Yeah!

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

Stay fresh from my top to my shoes
New coupe, no top, big shoes
Never slipping, even on the side of a pool
We get ridiculed, we get rid of fools

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

And say it ain't raining until someone assassinate
And I feel 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 pictures and they really getting
down my spaceship, sergeant sniffing for a fragrance

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

Go hard, no job, hustler, no
Poster, nigga what? Fingerfuck whole squad
around spending doe, flip ya for my kinfolk
Luxury tax on them if you didn't know

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

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 want it nigga it then

And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it
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, this, no, imagine that
Gave me my like, good luck getting back
I'm like, The fuck I'm going outta
And if I'm not careful, be the same place they him there

And I'm a winner if I it cross the finish line
Putting food on the table like it's dinner
And this is what you call 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, well I mine
Like a bad crampe, it's up in no time

time in the kitchen than 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 Pepsi, still thinking Coke-Cola

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 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

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

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

I tied trapping, shit me to prison
Got mad and to snapping, so homicide came 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 consider you as the hog
You treating me Shaq and you Kobe
But I ain't you owe me nigga
But act like you me nigga

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember when I to pray for this
This, this is classic, so shit you never see again
And we taxing, you don't it nigga leave it then

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