Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

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

Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, I'm a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), drippy in (Drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the with my lil' girl (Aria)
was too crowded, so I took the stairs (Woo)
The whole industry was hatin', so now I 'em hell (Ha)
Business man, I invest a whole million in the (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 important than the fuckin' mayor (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 for this Richard (Mille)
I had to run up them (Run it up)
Niggas that I'm the sickest (For real)
Bitches that I'm the littest
my dick out and piss on your feelings (For real)
I heard that lil' nigga Memphis (Okay)
I heard he used to in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he went to in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps with me in New City (Uh)
Lil' black nigga with all this paper on me, man
What the fuck mean, man?
I can't go out like that (Uh), huh, up

Bangin' L's, swangin' (What?)
Shakin', got in my nails (What?)
gettin' real money, we bustin' bales
Everybody on the floor the smell, uh
Dropped out of school
Had to bringin' my Glock, couldn't 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 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 me hop out the Benz 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 will
I'm in New with my nigga Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his on Gabbana still (Uh)
I'm rockin' Christian Dior with a bag of
Blues, all but it's Prada still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, eat at Hamada
See opp, he get killed (Swerve)
lil' bro come out with me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, catch a body (Shh)
I'll pull up on your in a Lam' smokin' out a sack
her back, disappear, artifact (Skrrt)
I comin' with shit but my pipe 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 spark (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 never heard that snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, then we can't catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we went past you
Ever tried to kill a nigga just you had to?
Leanin' up in the like Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, ain't 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 the shit, have somebody blast you
on my lap, if God bless you, I tag you
Have you fillin' the bag with your fast (Pussy)