Luyện nghe bài hát Luxery Tax

I think we got a problem, League', yeah

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

Stay fresh from my top to my shoes
New coop, no top, big tennis
Never slipped, not even on the side of a swimming
We don't get rid of Q, we get rid of

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

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

I'm a Satan, sitting on Lorenz's
And I seem really patient, picture the
People taking pictures and they getting flagrant
Flagging my spaceship, sergeant sniffing for a fragrance

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

Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob,
Nigga what finger fuck whole squad
Forty around spending doe, flipping for my kid
tax on them packs if you didn't know

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

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember when I used to for this, this, this is classic
shit you might 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 trying to see the pen
Like a needle in a hay stack, we trying to see the pen
This is a tax

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

And I'm a if I make it 'cross the finish line
Putting food on the table like dinner time
And this is what you stereotyping about?
Can you tell me my your dog keep sniffing my

Got the audacity to call me a
So what you got in your Oh, just a spare tire
You niggas talked while I sold mine
a bad crape, it's locking up in no time

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

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

And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, it then
And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, 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 early in the morning and I'm dressed in
Hold on, every morning I get dressed in
While your half ass, nigga, my sag
I'm getting and my swaging, black flagging
dollar status, fully automatic

Heavy on the Henny, even harder on the
If it wasn't for
I would pimpin' and shit
Pops, my papa, has hear me

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

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

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

And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, it then
And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, leave it
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