Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

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

Dolph, why you fuck his Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), in Chanel (Drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the mansion my lil' girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I took the (Woo)
The whole was hatin', so now I give '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 the fuckin' mayor (It's Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the on the kush, I swear (It's Dolph)

I got bitch lookin' for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her like a bicycle (Ah)
I pulled out and bust on her (Ah)
Quarter milli' for Richard (Mille)
I had to run up digits (Run it up)
Niggas know I'm the sickest (For real)
Bitches know that I'm the
Whip my dick out and piss on your (For real)
I that lil' nigga from 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' black nigga with all this paper on me, man
What the fuck they mean,
I can't go out like that (Uh), huh, up

L's, swangin' 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 bringin' my Glock, couldn't show 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
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 me hop out the Benz 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, know I probably
I'm in New York my nigga Dolph,
He wop, but his neck on Gabbana still (Uh)
I'm rockin' Christian Dior with a bag of
Blues, all black but 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 might come near, a body still (Shh)
I'll 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, my starter pack
Gettin' too much money, we tryna make arch-rivals
You we spark ride (Bah)
I was outside and the reason we won battles
Nigga, we part-time

Got a youngin, he send straight at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't heard that snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a head, then we just can't catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we straight past you
Ever to kill a nigga just 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the like Rascal (Huh?)
rich 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 could two
Oh, you ain't the shit, have somebody blast you
Kel-Tec on my lap, if God you, I tag you
Have you fillin' the bag your fast food (Pussy)