Luyện nghe bài hát Tax Letter

So this Tax out here
Why he tellin' me he eat ass my nigga
This nigga 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 rollin' up
I got songs with 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, drinking D'USSÉ
With the chase, used to get 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 he's helpin' the bail money
And thats a fact, you me out the trap
You got my deal for me, I ain't ever lookin'
Just get you situated back
Even wax said the wack
The Billy still beefin' the Macks
I tried to swipe a fit, they ran a trapper outta
I guess they my face now
Don't Run, got me all over the now
Break you jail, just give me one trial
This is how it when a thug cry

2]
The know that you more wiser
To ever Irving Plaza to the Gaza
Besides, you had the deals and
When I heard the news, I to god, man I lost it
this
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 though
These niggas love, but its fake though
Yeah I its gettin' late bro
What you already know, nigga be though