Luyện nghe bài hát Street Tax

Just the cue, this is it
is it, most wanted [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 block then move over
So you don't get big an' lose it like Oprah

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

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

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

I graduated from eight balls to blow that's size
Match though grand for grand an' let's 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 no chance
What you feel hollows piercin' through your throat glands?
See, I sweet talk the Devil, take him on a dance
While your hardcore posse's is extras an' hands

Get fifty deep, us rollin' in Convoys
You fuckin' with grown men an' y'all is boys
Love action, pack anything with loud noise
As we kidnap 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 got dough, I don't represent you
Fuck ya clique an' that you been through

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

I hold back, I cock back an' twist ya
I been shot, mothafucka, it's Mista
I scream, Who coke? Who is that?
I want the main source, not just the crack

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

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

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

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

Whassup, lover? Tell 'em take aim or cover
'Cause we poppin' hand an' christen your little Brother
Eagle eye block strutters 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
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 represent you
If you ain't got dough, I don't you
Fuck ya an' that bullshit you been through

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

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