Luyện nghe bài hát Street Tax

Just gimme the cue, 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 this block then move over
So you don't get big weight an' lose it like

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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' that you been through

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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