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 Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), in Chanel (Drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the mansion with my lil' (Aria)
was too crowded, so I took the stairs (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 treat like 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 than 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 Richard (Mille)
I had to run up digits (Run it up)
Niggas know 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 from (Okay)
I heard he to trap in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he went to in a Bentley (Okay)
with 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 that (Uh), huh, up

Bangin' L's, scales (What?)
Shakin', got residue in my (What?)
Started gettin' real money, we bustin'
on the floor know the smell, uh
Dropped out of school
Had to start 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 trap a big ol' bag
'Til I pop in the house, I was on the (Swerve)
We was on Sunday, that bitch in my hand
But I'm sinnin' in my head, know I'm 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 gon' do time, niggas probably tell
Fuck it, this lifestyle, know I will
I'm in New with my nigga Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his neck on Gabbana (Uh)
I'm rockin' Dior with a bag full of
Blues, all black but it's still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, eat at Hamada
See opp, he get killed (Swerve)
Told lil' bro out with me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, catch a still (Shh)
pull up on your home in a Lam' smokin' out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, (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 arch-rivals
You know we ride (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 heard that rap? (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, we just can't catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we went past you
Ever tried to a nigga just 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the clubhouse Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, ain't nothin' due
I could go a M from my mama pad too
Let me see what you do, we could team-tag two
Oh, you ain't with the shit, have somebody you
on my lap, if God bless you, I tag you
Have you the bag with your fast food (Pussy)