Luyện nghe bài hát Tax Letter

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

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

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

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