Luyện nghe bài hát Street Tax

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

Caught a case down in Green, then in VA
The game change every year 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 in cars
Mad 'cause I oversee the Projects like
Try not to do myself, I order that
While you four an' a half an' got a quarter back

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

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

You up against The Clipse, believe no chance
What you feel hollows piercin' through your throat glands?
See, I talk the Devil, take him on a slow dance
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 with loud 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 don't you
If you ain't got dough, I don't you
Fuck ya clique an' that bullshit you through

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

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

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

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

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

Two ways to live, cocaine or
Knee deep in crime in blow, my shoulders
you know about hidin' your bricks in Folgers
With Grandmothers an' Aunts as primary

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

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

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

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