Luyện nghe bài hát Tax Letter

So nigga Tax out here
Why he tellin' me he eat ass my nigga
This nigga eat ass
Cas' out here his wife, feeling left at home
Its be lit!
Lit! is yeah

1]
Dear beloved, how you up?
Whips still moving', we ain't up
Wish you was right rollin' up
I got songs with Chris Brown, man I'm up
That fake case hit me, the car crash
But I still to your punk ass
On beat, they you in the streets
Who else gon' bring heat?
Like that with Meek
In the Wraith, still drinking
With the chase, to get that shit by the case
And the bevel, they you a devil
You went the grain, you was law like the rebel

I know you waitin' on mail from me
Charlamagne, said helpin' with the bail money
And thats a fact, you help me out the
You got my deal for me, I ain't ever lookin'
Just wanna get you situated
Even wax the situation wack
The Billy still beefin' with the
I tried to a fit, they ran a trapper outta Saks
I they know my face now
Run, got me all over the place now
Break you jail, just give me one trial
This is how it when a thug cry

2]
The lawyer that you more wiser
To ever turn Plaza to the Gaza
Besides, you had the and endorsements
When I the news, I swear to god, man I lost it
this
I met Jay Z, had a Roc brunch it was crazy
Cut a couple off, niggas be shady
They never supported me, can you blame me?
But I'm state to state
These showin' love, but its fake though
Yeah I its gettin' late bro
What you already know, be safe though