Luyện nghe bài hát Tax Letter

So nigga Tax out here
Why he me he don't eat ass my nigga
This wanna eat ass
Cas' out here with his wife, feeling left at
Its be lit!
Lit! is yeah

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

I know you waitin' on that 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 ever lookin' back
wanna get you situated back
Even wax said the situation
The still beefin' with the Macks
I to swipe a fit, they ran a trapper outta Saks
I guess know my face now
Don't Run, got me all the place now
Break you outta jail, just give me one
This is how it sound a thug cry

2]
The lawyer know that you more
To ever turn Irving Plaza to the
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 niggas off, niggas be shady
They supported me, nigga can you blame me?
But I'm to state though
These niggas showin' love, but its fake
Yeah I know its late bro
you already know, nigga be safe though