Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

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

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

I got your bitch for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her like a bicycle (Ah)
I pulled out and on her dimples (Ah)
milli' for this Richard (Mille)
I had to run up digits (Run it up)
Niggas know that I'm the (For real)
Bitches know that I'm the
my dick out and piss on your feelings (For real)
I heard that lil' nigga Memphis (Okay)
I heard he to trap in Fendi (Okay)
I he went to jail in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps with me in New City (Uh)
Lil' nigga with all this fuckin' paper on me, man
the fuck they mean, man?
I can't go out that (Uh), huh, hold up

Bangin' L's, swangin' (What?)
Shakin', got residue in my (What?)
Started gettin' money, we bustin' bales
Everybody on the floor the smell, uh
out of high school
Had to bringin' my Glock, couldn't show and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got life in the
Can't talk on the phone, but he know his
Walked out the trap a big ol' bag
I pop in the house, I was on the sale (Swerve)
We was sinnin' on Sunday, that bitch in my
But I'm sinnin' in my head, 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 or a Bonneville (Bah)

I a mansion,
Pop in that bitch off a shootout, I'm hot as hell
Shh, you gon' do some time, niggas probably
Fuck it, this lifestyle, I probably will
I'm in New York my nigga Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his on Gabbana still (Uh)
I'm rockin' Christian with a bag full of
Blues, all black but Prada still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, eat at Hamada
See opp, he get probably (Swerve)
lil' bro come out with me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, catch a body (Shh)
I'll pull up on your in a Lam' smokin' out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, (Skrrt)
I ain't comin' with shit but my and a box of mags
on me, that's my starter pack
Gettin' too much money, we ain't tryna make
You know we ride (Bah)
I was outside and that's the 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 nigga head, then we just can't you
twice, mad as fuck, we went straight past you
Ever tried to a nigga just 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the like Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody as fuck, ain't nothin' past due
I could go a M from my mama pad too
Let me see what you do, we could team-tag two
Oh, you ain't with the shit, have blast you
Kel-Tec on my lap, if God you, I tag you
Have you fillin' the bag with your fast (Pussy)