Luyện nghe bài hát Luxery Tax

I think we got a problem, League', yeah

Big money in this if you didn't knew
Big business minus the suit
I look in the mirror like is it you
And I say I must be the if it isn't you

Stay fresh from my top to my tennis
New coop, no top, big tennis
Never slipped, not even on the side of a pool
We get rid of Q, we get rid of fools

said, I couldn't play football, I was too small
They say, I couldn't play basketball, I tall
They say, I couldn't play at all
And now every day of my I ball

And they say it ain't raining until someone
And I feel M L K, yeah
Yeah, I a dream to be your worst nightmare
And now meet the boss of the

I'm a seven-nine Satan, sitting on
And I seem patient, picture the equation
People taking pictures and really getting flagrant
Flagging down my spaceship, sergeant for a fragrance

Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flying saucer on the
In the casa just to
Make more money, man, that's the for the mob
Need a blowjob, my model, get a for the job

Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob,
Nigga finger fuck your whole squad
Forty around doe, flipping for my kid flo'
Luxury tax on them packs if you know

a new crib, niggas feeling like I hid
3.2 but I just did it for the
More guns than a pawn shop, got my whole arm
Keep the 760 double in the wrong spot
hustling, boss

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember when I used to for this, this, this is classic
Some shit you might not see

And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, leave it
And we taxin', you want it nigga, leave it then
And we trying to see the pen
Like a needle in a hay stack, we ain't to see the pen
is a luxury tax

Yeah, this, no imagine that
Gave me my sack like, good luck back, yeah
I'm to fuck, I'm gonna get outta there
And if I'm not careful, be the same place they him there

And I'm a winner if I make it the finish line
Putting food on the table like it's dinner
And this is what you call stereotyping
Can you tell me my your dog sniffing my car?

Got the audacity to me a liar
So what you got in your trunk? Oh, a spare tire
You niggas talked blow while I mine
Like a bad crape, it's up in no time

More time in the kitchen then I in the studio
Case paradise and I talking about Coolio
Can't lie, still to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi but still thinking Cola

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember when I to pray for this, this, this is classic
Some shit you not see again

And we taxin', you want it nigga, leave it then
And we taxin', you want it nigga, leave it then
And we ain't to see the pen
Like a in a hay stack, we ain't trying to see the pen
is a luxury tax

I'm up in the morning and I'm dressed in black
Hold on, every I get dressed in black
While your ass, nigga, my pants sag
I'm getting money and my swaging, flagging
Million dollar status, automatic

Heavy on the Henny, even on the women
If it for reverend
I probably would and shit
Pops, my papa, has already me

Tied trapping, shit sent me to
Got mad and went to so homicide came to visit
I gun powder
So you got one hour to up with every damn dollar
Or your dun-dolla, it a ball dogg

Especially, the players on your team
Consider you as the hog
You me like Shaq
And you but I didn't say you owe me nigga
But act you know me

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember I used to pray for this, this, this is classic
Some you might not see again

And we taxin', you don't it nigga, leave it then
And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, it then
And we trying to see the pen
a needle in a hay stack, we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a tax