Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

All I need is one scale, a bales, came in this shit by myself

Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), in Chanel (Drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the mansion with my girl (Aria)
was too crowded, so I took the stairs (Woo)
The whole was hatin', so now I give 'em hell (Ha)
man, I invest a whole million in the mail (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah
I-I-I treat bitches like shoes,
I cop 'em by the (It's Dolph)
She like when I grab her neck and her by her hair (It's Dolph)
In my city, I'm more important than the fuckin' (It's Dolph)
Ten straight, I set the prices on the kush, I swear (It's Dolph)

I got bitch lookin' for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her ride like a (Ah)
I pulled out and bust on her (Ah)
Quarter milli' for Richard (Mille)
I had to run up them (Run it up)
know that I'm the sickest (For real)
Bitches know that I'm the
Whip my dick out and piss on feelings (For real)
I heard that lil' nigga from (Okay)
I heard he to trap in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he went to in a Bentley (Okay)
with me in New York City (Uh)
Lil' nigga with all this fuckin' paper on me, man
the fuck they mean, man?
I can't go out like that (Uh), huh, up

L's, swangin' scales (What?)
Shakin', got residue in my (What?)
Started real money, we bustin' bales
Everybody on the floor the smell, uh
out of high school
Had to start bringin' my Glock, couldn't and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got in the feds
Can't on the phone, but he know his will
Walked out the with a big ol' bag
'Til I pop in the house, I was on the (Swerve)
We was sinnin' on Sunday, bitch in my hand
But I'm in my head, know I'm gon' prevail, uh
If I her house phone,
Tell her bring that bitch out cocked, then my will (Come on)
I was eighteen, my OG seen me hop out the Benz or a (Bah)

I a mansion,
Pop in that fresh off a shootout, I'm hot as hell
Shh, you gon' do some time, niggas probably
Fuck it, this lifestyle, know I probably
I'm in New with my nigga Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his neck on still (Uh)
I'm rockin' Christian Dior a bag full of
Blues, all but it's Prada still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, don't eat at
See opp, he get killed (Swerve)
Told lil' bro come out me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he come near, catch a body still (Shh)
I'll pull up on your home in a Lam' out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, (Skrrt)
I ain't comin' with but my pipe and a box of mags
on me, that's my starter pack
Gettin' too much money, we tryna make arch-rivals
You know we ride (Bah)
I was outside and the reason we won battles
Nigga, we weren't

Got a youngin, he only straight at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't never heard that snake (Go get 'em)
On a head, then we just can't catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we went straight you
tried to kill a nigga just 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the clubhouse Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, ain't nothin' due
I could go grab a M my mama pad too
Let me see what you do, we could team-tag two
Oh, you ain't with the shit, somebody blast you
Kel-Tec on my lap, if God you, I tag you
Have you the bag with your fast food (Pussy)