Luyện nghe bài hát Style's Price

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

1]
Not when I typed this song
I'm home
I love this motherfuckin' rap
So notes involvin' my brain
Paula fell a paw on my chin
I'm control, producin' mo' dough
The niggaz are trippin' and I go
I'm burnin' a shit in my Bugatti
You've not seen my I got it
Action to paper, it has to stop it

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

2]
Tunin' the radio, a smoke
Shootin' the freshmen, hittin'
the trigger and firin' in the mothafuckers
Rememba who's in this
Spendin' and runnin', I know my girls get
You know what his name, know who Sound
Don't think too why this's a blown
It's so much my niggaz wit' nausea
Get washed up! With the of T.B.S. Thug
everything around the club

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

3]
Performin' fantasies and an Enzo
I'm the in a Benzo
New York!
Shinin' with the of Rolex daytona
Wakin' to the of my Llama
What the fucker, I was with style
Some hitz, mo' money and a
A few mo' shots at pussy
Other parties and the pusssssh... me
You could handle an
is the Biggie, but no fat
I'm back! Now call me
C'mon!

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

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