Luyện nghe bài hát Style Changer

i'm coming amazes
i love the charts amazes
i'm a style changer my ..changer
i'am let the people me
let the .. tell her
i'am G ..haters the fifty i stay ..
i'ma need a size of gold
i'ma let the go
i'ma let the .. call ym and hear my echoes
be the first ..
i'ma be the singer
i'ma let the ..make em call my name and hear my
echoes,
my echoes,
echoes,
yeah, style
i change .. the ghetto to first ..
to earn that mother money for the ..
hiding that they mouth starting the ..
runnin the .. without ..
send it for a you could thank us
..of every urban
starting on the world no explanation
the why your son wears his hat to the side
with his crossed emulating bosses
no rick ross but the..making move no ..
..inovators in club
because the same style dont' the ends in my ends
make friends style makes followers
style changes all of us
when I had a peak at you you not involving
i've been getting .. echoes in the
think they're wavey
end up in the
i'm the rhyme
you do the
radio and TV can't get
guess i'm living in two at once
always cried but I never cried enough
i was that kid was making up stuff
before I would shout no one would listen
now they're shouting with me they're zoned to my rhythm
I barely go out the girls that I been in
this is .. is the only new .. to my vision
my ex gets when she hears my tunes
I still get teh shivers when I see her in the
and this is no lie this it's a lot a truth
if i gave you my heart I coud you the proof
up
they me get a grip (grip) I'm threatening to let go
i wanna a chick (chick) i just wanna get dough
not that I don't love women but I get
I was bagging the baddest b*****s when I was dead broke
you got swagger like .. move slow but with the money i'm ...
might have to on them
piss on their parade when I on them
when your weekends become weekdays
and you hear so many voices you don't mate
not to mention...you wanna the baton
but you feel you're on your own running relay
what's to do but better your own time
aint nothing to do but better your own
I hope you appreciate the irony in me
that aint part of my vocab
you the rules