Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I think we got a
Yeah!

Big in this bitch if you didn't know
Big business minus the business
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
Never slipping, even on the of a swimming pool
We get ridiculed, we get rid of fools

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

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

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

Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the
Flying saucer on the hasa in the casa to lay low
more money 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
Luxury tax on them if you didn't know

Bought a new crib, niggas feeling 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 shit you might never see
And we taxing, you don't it nigga leave it then

And we taxing, you don't it nigga leave it then
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

Yeah, imagine this, no, that
Gave me my sack like, good 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 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 your trunk? Oh, just a tire
You niggas talk blow, well I sold
Like a bad crampe, it's locking up in no

More time in the kitchen than I spent in the
Gangastas paradise and I ain't talking Coolio
And I can't lie, still addicted to the
Got a ice cold Pepsi, still thinking

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember when I used to pray for
This, is classic, so shit you might never 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 trying to see the pen
Like a needle in a 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 morning I get dressed in
While half-assing, nigga my pants sagging
I'm money and my swagging black flagging

Million status, fully automatic
Heavy on the innie and even on the women
If it wasn't for Reverend, Id probably be out and shit
Pops, my papi, has already me

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

It to ball dog
Especially when the on your team 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 know me

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