Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

All I need is one scale, a couple bales, came in this 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 seek in the mansion with my girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I the stairs (Woo)
The whole was hatin', so now I give 'em hell (Ha)
man, I invest a whole million in the mail (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah
I-I-I bitches like 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 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 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 them (Run it up)
Niggas that I'm the sickest (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 used to in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he went to jail in a (Okay)
Straps with me in New York (Uh)
Lil' black nigga with all fuckin' paper on me, man
What the they mean, man?
I can't go out like that (Uh), huh, up

Bangin' L's, scales (What?)
Shakin', got residue in my (What?)
Started gettin' real money, we bustin'
Everybody on the know the smell, uh
Dropped out of high
Had to bringin' 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 sinnin' in my head, I'm gon' prevail, uh
If I her house phone,
her bring that bitch out cocked, then my mama will (Come on)
I was eighteen, my OG seen me hop out the Benz or a (Bah)

I a mansion,
Pop in bitch fresh off a shootout, I'm hot as hell
Shh, you gon' do some time, probably tell
Fuck it, this lifestyle, I probably will
I'm in New York my nigga Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his on Gabbana still (Uh)
I'm rockin' Christian with a bag full of
Blues, all black but Prada still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, eat at Hamada
See opp, he get probably (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 home in a Lam' smokin' out a sack
her back, disappear, artifact (Skrrt)
I ain't comin' shit but my pipe and a box of mags
Twenty on me, my starter pack
Gettin' too much money, we ain't tryna make
You know we spark (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 heard that snake (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, then we just can't you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we went straight you
Ever to kill a nigga just 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the clubhouse like (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, ain't nothin' due
I could go grab a M from my pad too
Let me see what you gon' do, we could two
Oh, you ain't with the shit, somebody blast you
on my lap, if God bless you, I tag you
Have you fillin' the bag with fast food (Pussy)