Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

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

Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, I'm a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), in Chanel (Drippy)
Playin' and go seek in the mansion with my lil' girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I 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 bitches like shoes,
I cop 'em by the (It's Dolph)
She when I grab her neck 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 your lookin' for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her ride a bicycle (Ah)
I out and bust on her dimples (Ah)
Quarter milli' for this (Mille)
I had to run up digits (Run it up)
know that I'm the sickest (For real)
Bitches know that I'm the
Whip my dick out and piss on feelings (For real)
I heard that lil' nigga Memphis (Okay)
I heard he used to trap in (Okay)
I he went to jail in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps me in New York City (Uh)
black nigga with all this fuckin' paper on me, man
What the fuck they mean,
I can't go out like that (Uh), huh, up

L's, swangin' scales (What?)
Shakin', got residue in my (What?)
gettin' real money, we bustin' bales
Everybody on the know the smell, uh
out of high school
Had to bringin' my Glock, couldn't show and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got life in the
Can't talk on the phone, but he his will
out the trap with a big ol' bag
'Til I pop in the house, I was on the (Swerve)
We was sinnin' on Sunday, that bitch in my
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 will (Come on)
I was eighteen, my OG seen me hop out the Benz or a (Bah)

I a mansion,
Pop in that bitch off a shootout, I'm hot as hell
Shh, you gon' do time, niggas probably tell
Fuck it, lifestyle, know I probably will
I'm in New with my nigga Dolph,
He wop, but his neck on Gabbana still (Uh)
I'm Christian 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 probably (Swerve)
Told lil' bro out with me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, catch a body (Shh)
I'll pull up on your home in a smokin' out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, (Skrrt)
I ain't comin' with shit but my pipe and a box of
Twenty on me, that's my starter
Gettin' too money, we ain't tryna make arch-rivals
You we spark ride (Bah)
I was outside and that's the we won battles
Nigga, we part-time

Got a youngin, he only send at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't never heard snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, we just can't catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we went straight you
tried to kill a nigga just 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the clubhouse Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, ain't past due
I could go grab a M my mama pad too
Let me see you gon' 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 fillin' the bag with your food (Pussy)