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)
Elevator was too crowded, so I the stairs (Woo)
The industry 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),
treat bitches like some shoes,
I cop 'em by the (It's Dolph)
She like when I grab her neck and pull her by her (It's Dolph)
In my city, I'm more important than the fuckin' (It's Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the prices on the kush, I (It's Dolph)

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

Bangin' L's, swangin' (What?)
Shakin', got in my nails (What?)
Started real money, we bustin' bales
on the floor know the smell, uh
Dropped out of school
Had to start bringin' my Glock, show and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got life in the
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 on Sunday, that 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 seen me hop out the 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
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, eat at Hamada
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 starter
Gettin' too much money, we ain't tryna make
You know we spark (Bah)
I was outside and that's the 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
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we went past you
Ever tried to kill a just 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the clubhouse like (Huh?)
rich as fuck, ain't nothin' past due
I go grab a M from my mama pad too
Let me see what you gon' do, we 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)