Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

All I need is one scale, a couple bales, came in this 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 with my 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 treat bitches 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 important than the fuckin' mayor (It's Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the on the kush, I swear (It's Dolph)

I got bitch lookin' for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her ride like a (Ah)
I pulled out and on her dimples (Ah)
Quarter for this Richard (Mille)
I had to run up them (Run it up)
Niggas know I'm the sickest (For real)
Bitches know that I'm the
Whip my out and piss on your feelings (For real)
I heard that nigga from Memphis (Okay)
I heard he used to trap in (Okay)
I he went to jail in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps with me in New York (Uh)
black nigga with all this fuckin' paper on me, man
What the fuck mean, man?
I go out like that (Uh), huh, hold up

Bangin' L's, swangin' (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 bringin' 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 with a big ol' bag
I pop in the house, I was on the sale (Swerve)
We was sinnin' on Sunday, bitch in my hand
But I'm sinnin' in my head, I'm gon' prevail, uh
If I call her phone,
Tell her bring that bitch out cocked, my mama will (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
it, this lifestyle, know I probably will
I'm in New York with my 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, don't eat at
See opp, he get probably (Swerve)
Told bro come out with me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, catch a body (Shh)
pull up on your home in a Lam' smokin' out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, (Skrrt)
I ain't comin' with shit but my and a box of mags
Twenty on me, that's my pack
Gettin' too much money, we ain't 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 never heard snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, then we just can't you
twice, mad as fuck, we went straight past you
Ever tried to kill a just 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the clubhouse Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, ain't 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 the shit, have somebody blast you
Kel-Tec on my lap, if God you, I tag you
you fillin' the bag with your fast food (Pussy)