Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I we got a problem
Yeah!

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

Stay fresh from my top to my tennis
New coupe, no top, big shoes
Never slipping, even on the of a swimming pool
We don't get ridiculed, we get rid of

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

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

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

Yayo, yayo, he wanna the yayo
saucer on the hasa in the casa 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? your whole squad
Forty around spending doe, flip ya for my
Luxury tax on them if you didn't know

a new crib, niggas feeling 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 gotta pay for
I remember when I used to for this
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 it nigga leave it then
And we trying to see the pen
Like a needle in a haystack we trying to see the pen
This is a tax

Yeah, imagine this, no, imagine
Gave me my sack like, luck getting back
I'm like, The fuck I'm going there
And if I'm not careful, be the same place they him there

And I'm a winner if I make it cross the finish
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 audacity to call me a
So what you got in your trunk? Oh, just a spare
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 lie, still addicted to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi, thinking Coke-Cola

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 want 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

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

Million dollar status, automatic
Heavy on the innie and even harder on the
If it wasn't for Reverend, Id probably be out and shit
Pops, my papi, has hear 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 players on team consider you as the ball hog
You me like Shaq and you Kobe
But I ain't saying you owe me
But act like you me nigga

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember when I used to pray for
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