Luyện nghe bài hát Street Tax

Just gimme the cue, 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 down in Green, then in VA
The change every year like EA Sport
You see, now got platinum, mad you got gold?
My corner's like the Beatles, nigga, get your 'n' roll

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

You play the tough guy role good, I ought to
An' did a lot of rappin' too, I should've bought a
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 cake size
Match though grand for an' let's make these stakes rise
rich, in Egypt with eight 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 talk 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' with grown men an' y'all is young
Love double action, pack anything with loud
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 don't you
If you ain't got dough, I represent you
Fuck ya clique an' bullshit 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 got dough, I don't represent you
Fuck ya clique an' bullshit you been through

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

I the one who cook it up an' make you push the pack
You don't that 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 don't out

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

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

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

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

If ain't 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
ya clique an' that bullshit you been through

If y'all ain't got guns, I represent 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 been

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

Niggas snitchin', only got a year an' probation
ass niggas, Clipse, most wanted, nigga
[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