Luyện nghe bài hát Street Tax

Just gimme the cue, is it
is it, most wanted [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 then over
So you don't get big weight an' it like Oprah

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

Niggas mad 'cause the Feds stay on me 'cause they in
Mad 'cause I oversee the Projects like
Try not to do hits myself, I order
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 bought a track
I had to check this comb in rug, checkin' for soil
Got popped while you was under your hood checkin' oil, nigga

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

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

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

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

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 represent you
ya clique an' that bullshit you been through

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

I the one who cook it up an' make you push 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 'bout to run in your house? You get out
Mista stacks an' coke an' sort shit out
Whoever like it wanna come, then come
An' you smart mouth get popped with dum dums

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

Two ways to live, or showbiz
Knee deep in rhyme 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
we poppin' cross hand an' christen your little Brother
Eagle eye block strutters of baby mothers
How they chuckle that talk, we seen double

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
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 clique an' that bullshit you through

If y'all got bitches, I don't represent you
If you ain't got riches, I represent you
If y'all niggas snitches, I don't you
Fuck ya case an' that 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
gone be a long ride, nigga, you ain't comin' back, nigga