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 whole was hatin', so now I give 'em hell (Ha)
Business man, I 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 on her dimples (Ah)
Quarter milli' for 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
Whip my dick out and piss on feelings (For real)
I heard that lil' nigga Memphis (Okay)
I heard he used to in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he went to jail in a (Okay)
with me in New York City (Uh)
Lil' nigga with all this fuckin' paper on me, man
What the fuck mean, man?
I can't go out that (Uh), huh, hold up

Bangin' L's, swangin' (What?)
Shakin', got residue in my (What?)
Started gettin' real money, we bustin'
on the floor know the smell, uh
Dropped out of high
Had to start bringin' my Glock, couldn't 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
'Til I pop in the house, I was on the (Swerve)
We was sinnin' on Sunday, bitch in my hand
But I'm sinnin' in my head, know I'm 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 gon' do some time, niggas tell
it, this lifestyle, know I probably will
I'm in New York with my Dolph,
He wop, but his neck on Gabbana 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, don't eat at
See opp, he get probably (Swerve)
lil' bro come out with me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might near, catch a body still (Shh)
I'll up on your 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, that's my pack
too much money, we ain't 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 send straight at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't never that snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, then we just can't you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we straight past you
Ever tried to kill a just 'cause you had to?
up in the clubhouse like Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, ain't past due
I could go grab a M my mama pad too
Let me see what you gon' do, we 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 fast food (Pussy)