Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

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

Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), in Chanel (Drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the mansion with my girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I took the (Woo)
The whole industry was hatin', so now I give 'em (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 more important than the mayor (It's Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the prices on the kush, I (It's Dolph)

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

L's, swangin' scales (What?)
Shakin', got in my nails (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 life in the
Can't talk on the phone, but he know his
out the trap with 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 in my head, know I'm gon' prevail, uh
If I her house phone,
her bring that bitch out cocked, then 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 probably
Fuck it, 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' Dior with a bag full of
Blues, all black but Prada still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, eat at Hamada
See opp, he get killed (Swerve)
lil' bro come out with me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, a body still (Shh)
I'll pull up on your home in a Lam' out a sack
her back, disappear, artifact (Skrrt)
I ain't comin' with shit but my pipe and a box of
on me, that's my starter pack
Gettin' too much money, we ain't tryna 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 send at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't never heard that rap? (Go get 'em)
On a head, then we just can't catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we went past you
Ever tried to kill a nigga just you had to?
up in the clubhouse like Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, nothin' past due
I go grab a M from my mama pad too
Let me see what you 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
Have you the bag with your fast food (Pussy)