Luyện nghe bài hát Street Tax

Just gimme the cue, is it
is it, most wanted [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 this block then over
So you get big weight an' lose it like Oprah

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

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

I graduated from eight to blow that's cake size
Match though grand for grand an' let's make stakes rise
Mahavaji rich, in Egypt with wives
While my fam rocks links an' 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 is extras an' road hands

Get fifty deep, us rollin' in Convoys
You fuckin' with grown men an' is young boys
Love double action, pack anything with 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 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 got coke, I don't represent you
If you ain't got dough, I don't you
Fuck ya clique an' 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 want the main coke source, not just the

I want the one who cook it up an' you push the pack
You don't like that we cut at you, nigga? Bust
An' I been the one to talk an' chill shit out
I shoot it jam an' the clip don't spit out

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

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

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

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

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

Niggas snitchin', only got a year 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 ain't back, nigga