Luyện nghe bài hát Street Tax

Just the cue, this is it
This is it, most [Incomprehensible]
PA To VA, is it, nigga
is it, this 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 then over
So you don't get big weight an' it like Oprah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I never hold back, I back an' twist ya
I never shot, mothafucka, it's Mista
I scream, Who Who whip is that?
I want the main coke source, not the crack

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

You I'm 'bout to run in your house? You better get out
Mista take stacks an' an' sort shit out
Whoever like it wanna come, then come
An' you smart mouth niggas get with dum dums

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

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

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

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

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

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