Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I think we got a
Yeah!

Big money in this bitch if you know
Big business the business suit
Even I in the mirror like, Is it you?
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
slipping, even on the side of a swimming pool
We get ridiculed, we get rid of fools

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

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

I'm a satan, sitting on Lorenzzes
And I seem really patient, the equation
People taking pictures and really getting flagrant
Flagging down my spaceship, sergeant sniffing for a

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

Go hard, no job, hustler, no
Poster, what? Fingerfuck your 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
guns than a pawn shop, got my whole arm rocked
Keep the 760 in the wrong spot
Still hustling,

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember when I to pray for this
This, is classic, so shit you might never see again
And we taxing, you want it nigga leave it then

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

And I'm a winner if I make it cross the finish
Putting food on the table it's dinner time
And this is 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, just a spare
You niggas talk blow, well I mine
Like a bad crampe, it's locking up in no

More time in the than I spent in the studio
Gangastas and I ain't talking about Coolio
And I lie, still addicted 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 want it nigga it then
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 and I'm dressed in black
Hold on, every I get dressed in black
While y'all half-assing, my pants sagging
I'm getting money and my black flagging

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

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

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

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 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
is a luxury tax