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 Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), in Chanel (Drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the with my lil' girl (Aria)
was too crowded, so I took 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 grab her 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 ride like a (Ah)
I pulled out and bust on her (Ah)
Quarter for this Richard (Mille)
I had to run up them (Run it up)
Niggas know I'm the sickest (For real)
know that I'm the littest
Whip my dick out and piss on your (For real)
I heard that nigga from Memphis (Okay)
I he used to trap in Fendi (Okay)
I he went to jail in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps me in New York City (Uh)
Lil' black with all this fuckin' paper on me, man
the fuck they mean, man?
I can't go out like that (Uh), huh, up

Bangin' L's, swangin' (What?)
Shakin', got in my nails (What?)
gettin' real money, we bustin' bales
Everybody on the know the smell, uh
Dropped out of high
Had to start my Glock, couldn't show and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got in the feds
Can't talk on the phone, but he his will
Walked out the with 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, I'm gon' prevail, uh
If I call her 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 that bitch fresh off a shootout, I'm hot as
Shh, you gon' do time, niggas probably tell
Fuck it, this lifestyle, know I will
I'm in New York my nigga Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his neck on Gabbana (Uh)
I'm rockin' Christian Dior a bag full of
Blues, all black but it's Prada (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, don't eat at
See opp, he get killed (Swerve)
Told lil' bro out with me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might near, catch a body still (Shh)
I'll pull up on 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, my starter pack
Gettin' too much money, we ain't tryna make
You we spark ride (Bah)
I was outside and the reason we won battles
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 can't catch you
twice, mad as fuck, we went straight past you
Ever tried to kill a nigga just you had to?
up in the clubhouse like Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, ain't past due
I go grab a M from my mama pad too
Let me see what you gon' do, we team-tag two
Oh, you ain't with the shit, somebody blast you
on my lap, if God bless you, I tag you
Have you the bag with your fast food (Pussy)