Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

All I need is one scale, a 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)
Playin' hide and go in the mansion with my lil' girl (Aria)
was too crowded, so I took the stairs (Woo)
The industry was hatin', so now I give '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 like when I her neck 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 bitch lookin' for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her ride a bicycle (Ah)
I pulled out and on her dimples (Ah)
Quarter milli' for Richard (Mille)
I had to run up them (Run it up)
Niggas know that I'm the (For real)
Bitches know that I'm the
Whip my dick out and piss on your (For real)
I heard that lil' from Memphis (Okay)
I he used to trap in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he to jail in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps with me in New York (Uh)
Lil' black nigga with all this fuckin' on me, man
the fuck they mean, man?
I go out like that (Uh), huh, hold up

Bangin' L's, swangin' (What?)
Shakin', got residue in my (What?)
Started real money, we bustin' bales
Everybody on the floor the smell, uh
Dropped out of high
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 sinnin' on Sunday, bitch in my hand
But I'm in my head, know I'm gon' prevail, uh
If I call her phone,
Tell her bring that bitch out cocked, then my mama (Come on)
I was eighteen, my OG me hop out the Benz 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, this lifestyle, know I probably
I'm in New York with my Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his on Gabbana still (Uh)
I'm rockin' Christian with a bag full of
Blues, all black but it's still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, don't eat at
See opp, he get probably (Swerve)
Told lil' bro come out with me in
Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, a body still (Shh)
I'll pull up on your home in a Lam' out a sack
her back, disappear, artifact (Skrrt)
I ain't comin' with shit but my 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 outside and the reason we won battles
Nigga, we part-time

Got a youngin, he send straight at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't never heard that rap? (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 kill a nigga just you had to?
up in the clubhouse like Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody as fuck, ain't nothin' past due
I could go grab a M from my pad too
Let me see what you do, we could team-tag two
Oh, you with the shit, have somebody blast you
on my lap, if God bless you, I tag you
Have you fillin' the bag your fast food (Pussy)