Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

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

Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a
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 the stairs (Woo)
The whole industry was hatin', so now I give 'em (Ha)
Business man, I invest a whole in the mail (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah),
I-I-I treat bitches like 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 bitch lookin' for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her like a bicycle (Ah)
I pulled out and bust on her (Ah)
Quarter for this Richard (Mille)
I had to run up digits (Run it up)
Niggas that I'm the sickest (For real)
Bitches know that I'm the
Whip my dick out and piss on feelings (For real)
I that lil' nigga from Memphis (Okay)
I heard he used to in Fendi (Okay)
I he went 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 fuck they mean,
I can't go out like (Uh), huh, hold up

Bangin' L's, scales (What?)
Shakin', got residue in my (What?)
Started gettin' real money, we bales
Everybody on the know the smell, uh
Dropped out of high
Had to start bringin' my Glock, show and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got in the feds
Can't talk on the phone, but he know his
Walked out the with 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, 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 seen me hop out the 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 tell
Fuck it, this lifestyle, I probably will
I'm in New with my nigga Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his on Gabbana still (Uh)
I'm rockin' Christian Dior a bag full of
Blues, all black but it's still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, eat at Hamada
See opp, he get killed (Swerve)
Told lil' bro come out with me in
Get out the 'Raq, he come near, catch a body still (Shh)
I'll pull up on your home in a Lam' out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, (Skrrt)
I ain't comin' with but my pipe and a box of mags
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 that's the reason we won
Nigga, we part-time

Got a youngin, he only send at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't never that snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, then we just catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we went straight you
Ever tried to a nigga just 'cause you had to?
up in the clubhouse like Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, 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 ain't with the shit, have somebody you
on my lap, if God bless you, I tag you
Have you fillin' the bag with your food (Pussy)