Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

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

Dolph, why you his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), drippy in (Drippy)
hide and go seek in the mansion with my lil' girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I took the (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
treat bitches like some 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 than the fuckin' mayor (It's Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the prices on the kush, I (It's Dolph)

I got your lookin' for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her ride like a (Ah)
I pulled out and bust on her (Ah)
Quarter for this Richard (Mille)
I had to run up them (Run it up)
Niggas know that I'm the (For real)
Bitches know I'm the littest
my dick out and piss on your feelings (For real)
I heard that nigga from Memphis (Okay)
I he used to trap in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he went to in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps with me in New City (Uh)
Lil' black nigga with all fuckin' paper on me, man
What the they mean, man?
I go out like that (Uh), huh, hold up

Bangin' L's, scales (What?)
Shakin', got in my nails (What?)
Started real money, we bustin' bales
Everybody on the know the smell, uh
Dropped out of school
Had to start bringin' my Glock, 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
'Til I pop in the house, I was on the (Swerve)
We was sinnin' on Sunday, that bitch in my
But I'm sinnin' in my head, know I'm prevail, uh
If I her house phone,
Tell her that bitch out cocked, then my mama will (Come on)
I was eighteen, my OG seen me hop out the Benz or a (Bah)

I a mansion,
Pop in bitch fresh off a shootout, I'm hot as hell
Shh, you gon' do time, niggas probably tell
Fuck it, lifestyle, know I probably will
I'm in New York with my Dolph,
He wop, but his neck on Gabbana still (Uh)
I'm Christian Dior with 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 probably (Swerve)
lil' bro come out with me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might near, catch a body still (Shh)
pull up on your home in a Lam' smokin' out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, (Skrrt)
I ain't with shit but my pipe and a box of mags
Twenty on me, that's my starter
Gettin' too much money, we ain't tryna arch-rivals
You we spark 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 nigga head, then we just catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we straight past you
tried to kill a nigga just 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the clubhouse like (Huh?)
Everybody as fuck, ain't nothin' past due
I could go grab a M my mama pad too
Let me see what you gon' do, we team-tag two
Oh, you ain't with the shit, have somebody you
on my lap, if God bless you, I tag you
Have you fillin' the bag with fast food (Pussy)