Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

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

Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a
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 her neck and pull her by her hair (It's Dolph)
In my city, I'm more important than the mayor (It's Dolph)
Ten straight, I set the prices on the kush, I swear (It's Dolph)

I got your bitch for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her ride like a (Ah)
I out and bust on her dimples (Ah)
Quarter milli' for 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 on your feelings (For real)
I heard lil' nigga from Memphis (Okay)
I heard he used to in Fendi (Okay)
I he went to jail in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps with me in New City (Uh)
Lil' black nigga all this fuckin' paper on me, man
What the fuck mean, man?
I can't go out that (Uh), huh, hold up

L's, swangin' scales (What?)
Shakin', got residue in my (What?)
gettin' real money, we bustin' bales
Everybody on the floor the smell, uh
Dropped out of school
Had to start my Glock, couldn't show and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got in the feds
talk on the phone, but he know 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 her house phone,
Tell her bring that bitch out cocked, then my mama (Come on)
I was eighteen, my OG seen me hop out the Benz or a (Bah)

I a mansion,
Pop in bitch fresh off a shootout, I'm hot as hell
Shh, you gon' do some time, niggas tell
Fuck it, this lifestyle, know I will
I'm in New York with my Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his on Gabbana still (Uh)
I'm rockin' Christian with a bag full of
Blues, all black but it's Prada (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, eat at Hamada
See opp, he get killed (Swerve)
Told lil' bro come out me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, catch a still (Shh)
I'll pull up on your home in a smokin' out a sack
her back, disappear, artifact (Skrrt)
I ain't comin' with shit but my and a box of mags
Twenty on me, my starter pack
Gettin' too money, we ain't tryna make arch-rivals
You know we ride (Bah)
I was outside and that's the we won battles
Nigga, we weren't

Got a youngin, he only send at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't never heard that snake (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, then we can't catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we straight past you
Ever tried to kill a nigga just you had to?
Leanin' up in the clubhouse like (Huh?)
rich as fuck, ain't nothin' past due
I go grab a M from my mama pad too
Let me see you gon' do, we could team-tag two
Oh, you ain't with the shit, somebody blast you
Kel-Tec on my lap, if God you, I tag you
Have you the bag with your fast food (Pussy)