Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

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

Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, I'm a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), drippy in (Drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the 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 million in the mail (Yeah)
(Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah
I-I-I treat bitches 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 important than the fuckin' mayor (It's Dolph)
Ten straight, I set the prices on the kush, I swear (It's Dolph)

I got your bitch lookin' for (Where he at?)
I let her ride like a (Ah)
I out and bust on her dimples (Ah)
Quarter milli' for this (Mille)
I had to run up digits (Run it up)
Niggas know that I'm the (For real)
Bitches know that I'm the
Whip my dick out and on your feelings (For real)
I heard lil' nigga from Memphis (Okay)
I heard he used to in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he to jail in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps 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 like (Uh), huh, hold up

Bangin' L's, scales (What?)
Shakin', got in my nails (What?)
Started gettin' real money, we bustin'
Everybody on the know the smell, uh
out of high school
Had to start my Glock, couldn't show and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got in the feds
Can't talk on the phone, but he his will
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 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, my mama will (Come on)
I was eighteen, my OG me hop out the Benz or a Bonneville (Bah)

I a mansion,
Pop in bitch fresh off a shootout, I'm hot as hell
Shh, you do some time, niggas probably tell
it, this lifestyle, know I probably will
I'm in New York my nigga Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his neck on Gabbana (Uh)
I'm rockin' Christian Dior a bag full of
Blues, all black but Prada still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, don't eat at
See opp, he get probably (Swerve)
Told bro come out with me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, a body still (Shh)
pull up on your home in a Lam' smokin' out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, (Skrrt)
I ain't comin' with shit but my pipe and a box of
Twenty on me, that's my pack
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 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 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the clubhouse Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, 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 the shit, have somebody blast you
on my lap, if God bless you, I tag you
Have you fillin' the bag with your food (Pussy)