Luyện nghe bài hát Style's Price

The style's
What you afford?
The price is (ha-ha)

1]
Not believe I typed this song
I'm comin'
I love motherfuckin' rap game
So many notes involvin' my
Paula like a paw on my chin
I'm control, producin' mo' dough
The niggaz are and I gotta go
I'm a good shit in my Bugatti
not seen my paper? I got it
Action to paper, it has to stop it

This is the price
I don't where to go
is the style's price
The is high you got dough?

2]
Tunin' the radio, droppin' a
the freshmen, hittin' suckers
Pullin' the trigger and in the mothafuckers
Rememba who's in this
Spendin' and runnin', I my girls get down
You know what his name, know who Sound
Don't too much why this's a blown
so much paper my niggaz wit' nausea
Get washed up! With the sound of T.B.S.
Rockin' around the club

This is the price
I know where to go
This is the style's
The is high you got dough?

3]
Performin' and drivin' an Enzo
I'm the smokeman in a
New York!
Shinin' the brightness of Rolex daytona
to the sound of my Llama
What the fucker, I was born with
Some hitz, mo' and a smile
A few mo' shots at niggas
Other and the guys pusssssh... me
You could an attack?
is the Biggie, but no fat
I'm back! Now call me
C'mon!

This is the style's
I don't where to go
is the style's price
The price is high you got

Sound talkin']
nigga! (ha-ha)
So! the style's price!
C'mon! (woO!)