Luyện nghe bài hát Tax Letter

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

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

I know you waitin' on that mail me
Charlamagne, said he's helpin' the bail money
And a fact, you help me out the trap
You got my deal for me, I ever lookin' back
wanna get you situated back
Even wax said the wack
The Billy beefin' with the Macks
I to swipe a fit, they ran a trapper outta Saks
I they know my face now
Don't Run, got me all over the now
Break you outta jail, just give me one
This is how it when a thug cry

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