Luyện nghe bài hát Street Tax

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

Caught a case down in Green, in VA court
The game change year like EA Sport
You see, now they got platinum, mad you got
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 like A&Rs
Try not to do hits myself, I that
While you four an' a half an' got a quarter back

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

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

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

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

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

I hold back, I cock back an' twist ya
I been shot, mothafucka, it's Mista
I scream, Who Who whip is that?
I the main coke source, not just the crack

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

You heard I'm 'bout to run in 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 heaters
better bow when they greet us
Red, green an' black on Gucci wifebeaters
With platinum paint on 3.8 liters

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

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

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' that bullshit you 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
ya clique an' that bullshit you been through

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

Niggas snitchin', only got a year an' probation
Bitch ass niggas, Clipse, wanted, nigga
most done it, nigga
Dick riders, put seat belts on, buckle up for safety
gone be a long ride, nigga, you ain't comin' back, nigga