Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I we got a problem
Yeah!

Big money in this if you didn't know
Big business 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 my top to my tennis shoes
New coupe, no top, big tennis
Never slipping, even on the side of a pool
We don't get ridiculed, we get rid of

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

And they say it raining until someone assassinate
And I like 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 taking and they really getting flagrant
down my spaceship, sergeant sniffing for a fragrance

Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the
Flying saucer on the hasa in the casa 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 Fingerfuck your whole squad
Forty around doe, flip ya for my kinfolk
tax on them packs if you didn't know

Bought a new crib, feeling like 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
hustling, Boss

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

Yeah, this, no, imagine that
me my sack 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 the finish line
Putting on the table like it's dinner time
And this is you call sterotyping by far
Can you me why your dog keep sniffing my car?

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

More in the kitchen than I spent in the studio
Gangastas paradise and I ain't talking 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 I used to pray for this
This, this is classic, so shit you might see again
And we taxing, you don't it nigga leave it then

And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it
And we ain't to see the pen
a needle 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 y'all half-assing, nigga my pants
I'm getting money and my black flagging

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

I tied trapping, sent 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 done dollar

It cost to dog
Especially the players on your team consider you as the ball hog
You me like 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 used to for this
This, is classic, so shit 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