Luyện nghe bài hát Styles

1]:
Bitches throw ya drinks up style when comin in
Niggas throw ya guns up wild we be runnin in
No ain't nothin we at the bar frontin
It's necessary we sttles in whoo
You know how it go Fox and
And a navy blue robe a halo
Or the I-95 keepin it
Been a in the five from the kid to be fried whoo
slide off with an NBA jump off
Or a nice little rapper money stack up
Do cop a little H. Dar
And a little box of dudes get a with two
It ain't greed I got kids to
Fuck it all he wanna do is kill her then
So lay low and throw the pussy the free throw
Brooklyn broad and bet I keep the low

It's we styles in Burberry
And I walk as me in them Frankie B. boy
It's we styles in Burberry
And the Marc Jacob bag and the H. Dar whoo
It's we styles in Burberry
And I walk as me in them Frankie B. boy
It's we styles in Burberry
And the Marc Jacob bag and the H. Dar

2]:
We walk up in the club niggas be "Oh!"
ain't got no dough then we be like "No!"
We bout our paper and all fam
Roamin through Planet Hollywood that killer cam whoa
Up in V.I.P. with F-B with a nice back right below a good jean
Now dude is ill I'm lovin his
I'm all seein his gangsta I'm watchin the now
They see us bitches they wanna be us
Fox and Althein the blue two seater
We the truth in our juicy
When we come through your town shut down

3]:
20's with the rims with custom kitted
And everything we do they like Jamal Tensley
Cocky bastard I only acid
Step on silence fever bout to smash it
This here's a classic we it classic
I'm all engaged to dough and married to
And you know how we do fresh of Air Force Two
the toes stud rolled and pulled over