Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

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

Dolph, why you his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), in Chanel (Drippy)
Playin' and go seek in the mansion with my lil' girl (Aria)
was too crowded, so I took the stairs (Woo)
The whole industry was hatin', so now I give 'em (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 grab her and pull her by her hair (It's Dolph)
In my city, I'm more important the fuckin' mayor (It's Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the prices on the kush, I (It's Dolph)

I got bitch lookin' for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her ride a bicycle (Ah)
I out and bust on her dimples (Ah)
Quarter milli' for this (Mille)
I had to run up digits (Run it up)
Niggas that I'm the sickest (For real)
Bitches know that I'm the
Whip my dick out and piss on your (For real)
I that lil' nigga from Memphis (Okay)
I heard he used to in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he went to in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps me in New York City (Uh)
Lil' black nigga with all this paper on me, man
What the fuck mean, man?
I can't go out like (Uh), huh, hold up

L's, swangin' scales (What?)
Shakin', got in my nails (What?)
Started gettin' real money, we bales
Everybody on the floor the smell, uh
Dropped out of high
Had to start bringin' my Glock, show and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got in the feds
Can't talk on the phone, but he his will
Walked out the trap 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 Benz or a (Bah)

I a mansion,
Pop in that bitch fresh off a shootout, I'm hot as
Shh, you do some time, niggas probably tell
Fuck it, this lifestyle, know I will
I'm in New York my nigga Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his neck on Gabbana (Uh)
I'm rockin' Christian Dior a bag full of
Blues, all black but it's still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, don't eat at
See opp, he get probably (Swerve)
Told lil' bro come out 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' smokin' out a
her back, disappear, artifact (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 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 send straight at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't heard that snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, then we can't catch you
twice, mad as fuck, we went straight past you
Ever tried to kill a nigga 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the clubhouse Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody as fuck, ain't nothin' past due
I could go grab a M my mama pad too
Let me see you gon' do, we could 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 with your food (Pussy)