Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Tax

I we got a problem
Yeah!

Big in this bitch if you didn't know
Big minus the business suit
Even I 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 coupe, no top, big tennis
Never slipping, on the side of a swimming pool
We don't get ridiculed, we get rid of

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

And they say it ain't until someone assassinate
And I feel M.L.K.
Yeah, I have a dream to be your worst
Now the boss of the cartel, Ross!

I'm a satan, sitting on Lorenzzes
And I seem really patient, picture the
People taking pictures and they getting flagrant
down my spaceship, sergeant sniffing for a fragrance

Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the
Flying saucer on the hasa in the just to lay low
Make more money man that the for the mob
Need a my model, get a model for the job

Go hard, no job, hustler, no
Poster, nigga what? your whole squad
Forty around spending doe, flip ya for my
Luxury tax on them if you didn't know

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

Yeah, you pay for this
I when I used to pray for this
This, this is classic, so shit you never see again
And we taxing, you want it nigga leave it then

And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it
And we trying to see the pen
Like a needle in a we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a tax

Yeah, imagine this, no, that
Gave me my sack like, good luck back
I'm like, The fuck I'm going outta
And if I'm not careful, be the same place find him there

And I'm a winner if I make it cross the line
Putting food on the table it's dinner time
And this is what you sterotyping by far
Can you me why your dog keep sniffing my car?

Got the audacity to call me a liar
So what you got in your trunk? Oh, just a spare
You talk blow, well I sold mine
Like a bad crampe, it's up in no time

More in the kitchen than I spent in the studio
Gangastas paradise and I talking about Coolio
And I can't lie, still to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi, thinking Coke-Cola

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember I used to pray for this
This, this is classic, so shit you never see again
And we taxing, you don't want it leave it then

And we taxing, you want it nigga leave it then
And we trying to see the pen
Like a needle in a haystack we trying to see the pen
is a luxury tax

I'm up in the morning and I'm dressed in black
Hold on, morning I get dressed in black
y'all half-assing, nigga my pants sagging
I'm getting and my swagging black flagging

Million dollar status, fully
Heavy on the and even harder on the women
If it wasn't for Reverend, Id be out pimping and shit
Pops, my papi, has hear me

I tied trapping, shit sent me to
Got mad and to snapping, so homicide came to visit
I smell gun powder, so you got one
To come up with every damn or your done dollar

It cost to dog
Especially when the on your team consider you as the ball hog
You me like Shaq and you Kobe
But I ain't you owe me nigga
But act like you me nigga

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember when I to pray for this
This, this is classic, so you might never see again
And we taxing, you don't want it leave it then

And we taxing, you don't want it nigga it then
And we trying to see the pen
Like a in a haystack we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a tax