Luyện nghe bài hát Tax Letter

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

1]
Dear beloved, how you up?
Whips still moving', we ain't up
Wish you was right rollin' up
I got songs with Chris Brown, man I'm up
That fake case hit me, the car crash
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 D'USSÉ
With the chase, used to get shit by the case
And the bevel, callin' you a devil
You went against the grain, you was law like the

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

2]
The lawyer know that you more
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 it was crazy
Cut a niggas off, niggas be shady
They never supported me, nigga can you me?
But I'm state to state
These showin' love, but its fake though
I know its gettin' late bro
What you already know, nigga be though