Luyện nghe bài hát Tax Letter

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

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

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

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