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
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
slipping, even on the side of a swimming pool
We get ridiculed, we get rid of fools

They said I couldn't football, I was too small
They say I couldn't play basketball I tall
say I couldn't play baseball at all
And now day of my life 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 satan, sitting on Lorenzzes
And I seem really patient, the equation
People taking pictures and they really getting
Flagging my spaceship, sergeant sniffing for a fragrance

Yayo, yayo, he wanna the yayo
Flying saucer on the hasa in the just 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? Fingerfuck your squad
around spending doe, flip ya for my kinfolk
Luxury tax on packs if you didn't know

Bought a new crib, niggas feeling 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 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 leave it then
And we ain't to see the pen
Like a in a haystack we ain't trying to see the pen
is a luxury tax

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

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

More time in the kitchen than I spent in the
Gangastas paradise and I ain't talking about
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, this is classic, so shit you might see again
And we taxing, you want 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 trying to see the pen
is a luxury tax

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

Million dollar status, automatic
Heavy on the innie and harder on the women
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 to snapping, so homicide came to visit
I gun powder, so you got one hour
To up with every damn dollar or your done dollar

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

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