Luyện nghe bài hát Style's Price

The price
What you afford?
The is high (ha-ha)

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

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

2]
Tunin' the radio, a smoke
the freshmen, hittin' suckers
Pullin' the and firin' in the mothafuckers
Rememba who's in this
Spendin' and runnin', I know my get down
You know what his name, know who Sound
think too much why this's a blown
It's so much paper my niggaz wit'
Get up! With the sound of T.B.S. Thug
Rockin' everything the club

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

3]
Performin' fantasies and drivin' an
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 with style
Some hitz, mo' and a smile
A few mo' shots at pussy
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 know where to go
This is the price
The price is you got dough?

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