Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I we got a problem
Yeah!

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

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

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

And they say it ain't raining someone assassinate
And I like M.L.K.
Yeah, I a dream to be your worst nightmare
Now meet the of the cartel, Ross!

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

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

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

Bought a new crib, niggas like I hid
3.2 but I did it for the kids
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 pray for
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 if I make it cross the finish line
food on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you 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 trunk? Oh, just a spare tire
You niggas talk blow, well I mine
Like a bad crampe, it's up in no time

More time in the 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 pay for this
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 nigga leave it

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

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

Million dollar status, automatic
on the innie 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 went to snapping, so homicide came to
I smell gun powder, so you got one
To come up with every damn dollar or your dollar

It cost to dog
Especially when the players on your team 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 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 nigga 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