Luyện nghe bài hát Street Tax

Just the cue, this is it
This is it, most [Incomprehensible]
PA To VA, is it, nigga
This is it, is it, yo, hey, yo

of all I'm a T H U G
Boobonic, nigga, who the you be?
If you don't really want this block move over
So you don't get big weight an' lose it like

Caught a case in Green, then in VA court
The game every year like EA Sport
You see, now they got platinum, mad you got
My corner's like the Beatles, nigga, get your rock 'n'

Niggas mad 'cause the stay on me 'cause they in cars
Mad 'cause I oversee the like A&Rs
Try not to do hits myself, I that
While you cooked four an' a an' got a quarter back

You the tough guy role good, I ought to clap
An' did a lot of rappin' too, I should've bought a
I had to check comb in your rug, checkin' for soil
Got popped while you was under hood checkin' your oil, nigga

I graduated from eight to blow that's cake size
Match though for grand an' let's make these stakes rise
Mahavaji rich, in Egypt with eight
While my fam rocks an' medallions that's plate size

You up against The Clipse, there's no chance
What you about hollows piercin' through your throat glands?
See, I talk the Devil, take him on a slow dance
your hardcore posse's is extras an' road hands

Get your fifty deep, us in Convoys
You fuckin' with men an' y'all is young boys
Love double action, pack anything with noise
As we kidnap partners an' use 'em as decoys

If y'all ain't got guns, I don't you
If you got coke, I don't represent you
If you got dough, I don't represent you
Fuck ya clique an' bullshit you been through

If ain't got guns, I don't represent you
If you ain't got coke, I don't you
If you ain't got dough, I don't you
Fuck ya clique an' that you been through

I never back, I cock back an' twist ya
I never been shot, mothafucka, Mista
I scream, Who coke? Who is that?
I the main coke source, not just the crack

I want the one who it up an' make you push the pack
You don't like that we cut at you, nigga? back
An' I never been the one to talk an' shit out
I shoot 'til it jam an' the clip don't out

You heard I'm 'bout to run in your house? You get out
take stacks an' coke an' sort shit out
Whoever don't like it wanna come, then
An' you smart mouth niggas get popped dum dums

Who the fuck see us? Chrome double barrel heaters
Mothafuckas bow when they greet us
Red, green an' black strapped on Gucci
With platinum paint jobs on 3.8

Two ways to live, or showbiz
Knee deep in crime rhyme in blow, my
What you know hidin' your bricks in Folgers
With Grandmothers an' Aunts as holders?

Whassup, lover? Tell 'em take aim or cover
'Cause we cross hand an' christen your little Brother
Eagle eye strutters composed of baby mothers
How chuckle that forky talk, we seen double

If ain't got guns, I don't represent you
If you ain't got coke, I don't you
If you ain't got dough, I don't you
ya clique an' that bullshit you been through

If y'all ain't got guns, I represent you
If you ain't got coke, I don't you
If you ain't got dough, I don't you
Fuck ya an' that bullshit you been through

If y'all got bitches, I don't represent you
If you ain't got riches, I don't you
If niggas snitches, I don't represent you
Fuck ya case an' bullshit you been through

Niggas snitchin', only got a year an' probation
ass niggas, Clipse, most wanted, nigga
[Incomprehensible] done it, nigga
Dick riders, put your belts on, buckle up for safety
It's gone be a ride, nigga, you ain't comin' back, nigga