Luyện nghe bài hát Tax Letter

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

1]
Dear beloved, how you up?
Whips still moving', we slowin' up
you was right here rollin' up
I got songs Chris Brown, man I'm blown' up
That fake case hit me, like the car
But I listen to your punk ass
On beat, miss you in the streets
Who else gon' that heat?
that interview with Meek
In the Wraith, still drinking
With the chase, used to get shit by the case
And the bevel, they you a devil
You against the grain, you was law like the rebel

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

2]
The lawyer know that you wiser
To ever turn Plaza to the Gaza
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
never supported me, nigga can you blame me?
But I'm to state though
These niggas love, but its fake though
Yeah I know its gettin' bro
What you already know, be safe though