Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I think we got a
Yeah!

Big in this bitch if you didn't know
Big business the business suit
I look in the mirror 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
slipping, even on the side of a swimming pool
We don't get ridiculed, we get rid of

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

And they say it raining until someone assassinate
And I feel M.L.K.
Yeah, I have a dream to be your nightmare
Now meet the of the cartel, Ross!

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

Yayo, yayo, he wanna the yayo
Flying saucer on the hasa in the casa to lay low
Make more 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? your whole squad
Forty around spending doe, flip ya for my
Luxury tax on 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 than a pawn shop, got my arm rocked
Keep the 760 double-parked in the wrong
Still hustling,

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember when I to pray 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 in a haystack we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a tax

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

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

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

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember when I used to pray for
This, this is classic, so 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 ain't to see the pen
Like a needle in a we ain't trying to see the pen
is a luxury tax

I'm up early in the and I'm dressed 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 be out pimping and shit
Pops, my papi, has hear me

I trapping, shit sent 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 done dollar

It to ball dog
Especially when the players on your team consider you as the hog
You treating me Shaq and you Kobe
But I ain't saying you owe me
But act like you know me

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