Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

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

Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), drippy in (Drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the mansion my lil' girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I took the (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),
I-I-I 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 than the fuckin' mayor (It's Dolph)
Ten straight, I set the prices on the kush, I swear (It's Dolph)

I got your bitch lookin' for (Where he at?)
I let her ride a bicycle (Ah)
I pulled out and on her dimples (Ah)
milli' for this Richard (Mille)
I had to run up digits (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 lil' nigga from (Okay)
I heard he used to in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he went to jail in a (Okay)
Straps with me in New City (Uh)
Lil' black nigga with all this paper on me, man
What the fuck they mean,
I can't go out that (Uh), huh, hold up

L's, swangin' scales (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
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, that in my hand
But I'm sinnin' in my head, I'm gon' prevail, uh
If I call her phone,
Tell her bring bitch out cocked, then 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 fresh off a shootout, I'm hot as hell
Shh, you gon' do some time, probably tell
it, this lifestyle, know I probably will
I'm in New with my nigga Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his neck on still (Uh)
I'm rockin' Christian Dior a bag full of
Blues, all but it's Prada still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, eat at Hamada
See opp, he get probably (Swerve)
Told lil' bro out with me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might near, catch a body still (Shh)
I'll pull up on your home in a Lam' 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 starter
Gettin' too much money, we tryna make arch-rivals
You know we spark (Bah)
I was outside and that's the reason we won
Nigga, we weren't

Got a youngin, he only straight at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't heard that snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, then we just catch you
twice, mad as fuck, we went straight past you
Ever tried to kill a nigga just you had to?
Leanin' up in the like Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, nothin' past due
I go grab a M from my mama 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 food (Pussy)