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 Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), drippy in (Drippy)
hide and go seek in the mansion with my lil' girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I the stairs (Woo)
The industry was hatin', so now I give 'em hell (Ha)
Business man, I a whole million in the mail (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), (Yeah), yeah
treat bitches like some shoes,
I cop 'em by the (It's Dolph)
She like when I grab her neck and her by her hair (It's Dolph)
In my city, I'm more than the fuckin' mayor (It's Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the on the kush, I swear (It's Dolph)

I got your lookin' for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her like a bicycle (Ah)
I pulled out and bust on her (Ah)
milli' for this Richard (Mille)
I had to run up digits (Run it up)
Niggas know that I'm the (For real)
know that I'm the littest
Whip my dick out and piss on your (For real)
I heard that nigga from Memphis (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' black nigga with all this fuckin' 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 bustin'
on the floor 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 talk on the phone, but he his will
Walked out the with a big ol' bag
'Til I pop in the house, I was on the (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 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 tell
Fuck it, this lifestyle, know I probably
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 Prada still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, don't eat at
See opp, he get killed (Swerve)
Told lil' bro come out with me in
Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, catch a body (Shh)
pull up on your home in a Lam' 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 starter
Gettin' too much money, we tryna make arch-rivals
You know we spark (Bah)
I was outside and that's the we won battles
Nigga, we weren't

Got a youngin, he only straight at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't never that snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, then we 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 clubhouse Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody 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 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)