Luyện nghe bài hát Street Tax

Just gimme the cue, is it
This is it, 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 want this block then move over
So you get big weight an' lose it like Oprah

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

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

I graduated from eight balls to blow that's cake
Match though grand for grand an' let's these stakes rise
Mahavaji rich, in Egypt with eight
While my fam rocks links an' medallions plate 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, take him on a slow
While your posse's is extras an' road hands

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

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
Fuck ya clique an' that bullshit you been

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
Fuck ya clique an' that you been through

I never back, I cock back an' twist ya
I never been shot, mothafucka, Mista
I scream, Who coke? Who whip is
I want the coke source, not just 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 the one to talk an' chill shit out
I shoot 'til it jam an' the clip spit out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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