Luyện nghe bài hát Street Tax

Just gimme the cue, is it
This is it, most wanted
PA To VA, this is it,
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 this block then move over
So you don't get big weight an' it like Oprah

a case down in Green, then in VA court
The game change every year like EA
You see, now got platinum, mad you got gold?
My like the Beatles, nigga, get your rock 'n' roll

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

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

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

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

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

If ain't 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' that you been through

If y'all ain't got guns, I don't 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 bullshit you been

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

I want the one who cook it up an' you push the pack
You don't like that we cut at you, Bust back
An' I been the one to talk an' chill shit out
I shoot 'til it jam an' the clip don't out

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

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

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

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

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

If ain't 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 an' that bullshit you been through

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

Niggas snitchin', only got a year an' probation
Bitch ass niggas, Clipse, most wanted,
[Incomprehensible] done it, nigga
Dick riders, put your seat belts on, up for safety
It's gone be a long ride, nigga, you comin' back, nigga