Luyện nghe bài hát Tax Letter

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

1]
Dear beloved, how you up?
Whips still moving', we ain't up
Wish you was here rollin' up
I got songs 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' bring that
Like that interview with
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 from me
Charlamagne, said helpin' with the bail money
And thats a fact, you help me out the
You got my deal for me, I ain't ever back
Just get you situated back
Even wax said the situation
The Billy still beefin' with the
I tried to swipe a fit, ran a trapper outta Saks
I guess they know my now
Run, got me all over the place now
Break you outta jail, just me one trial
This is how it sound when a cry

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