Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I we got a problem
Yeah!

Big money in this bitch if you know
Big minus the business suit
Even I 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 shoes
New coupe, no top, big tennis
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
say I couldn't play basketball I wasn't tall
They say I couldn't baseball at all
And now day of my life I ball

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

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

Yayo, yayo, he sniff the yayo
saucer on the hasa 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, nigga Fingerfuck your whole squad
Forty around spending doe, flip ya for my
Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't

Bought a new crib, niggas like I hid
3.2 but I just did it for the
More guns than a shop, got my whole arm rocked
Keep the 760 double-parked in the spot
hustling, Boss

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember when I used to pray for
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 don't want it nigga leave it
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, imagine
Gave me my like, good luck getting back
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 you call sterotyping by far
Can you tell me why dog keep sniffing my car?

Huh? Got the to call me a liar
So what you got in your trunk? Oh, just a tire
You niggas blow, well I sold mine
Like a bad crampe, locking up in no time

More time in the kitchen than I in the studio
Gangastas and I ain't talking about Coolio
And I can't lie, addicted to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi, thinking Coke-Cola

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 want it nigga leave it then

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

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

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

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

It cost to dog
Especially when the players on your team you as the ball hog
You treating me like and you Kobe
But I ain't you owe me nigga
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 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 we ain't trying to see the pen
is a luxury tax