Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

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

Dolph, why you his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), in Chanel (Drippy)
Playin' hide and go in the mansion with my lil' girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I took the (Woo)
The whole industry was hatin', so now I 'em hell (Ha)
Business man, I invest a whole 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 like when I grab her and pull her by her hair (It's Dolph)
In my city, I'm more important than the 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 ride like a (Ah)
I out and bust on her dimples (Ah)
Quarter milli' for Richard (Mille)
I had to run up digits (Run it up)
know that I'm the sickest (For real)
Bitches that I'm the littest
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 to jail in a Bentley (Okay)
with me in New York City (Uh)
Lil' nigga with all this fuckin' paper on me, man
What the they mean, man?
I can't go out that (Uh), huh, hold up

Bangin' L's, scales (What?)
Shakin', got in my nails (What?)
Started gettin' real money, we bales
Everybody on the floor the smell, uh
out of high school
Had to start my Glock, couldn't show and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got life in the
talk on the phone, but he know his will
Walked out the with a big ol' bag
I pop in the house, I was on the sale (Swerve)
We was on Sunday, that bitch in my hand
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 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 rockin' Christian Dior with a bag of
Blues, all black but it's still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, don't eat at
See opp, he get killed (Swerve)
lil' bro come out with me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might near, catch a body still (Shh)
I'll pull up on your home in a smokin' out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, (Skrrt)
I ain't comin' shit but my pipe and a box of mags
Twenty on me, that's my pack
Gettin' too money, we ain't tryna make arch-rivals
You know we ride (Bah)
I was and that's the reason we won battles
Nigga, we part-time

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