Luyện nghe bài hát Tip The Scale

[Hook: Dice
or suicide
Heads or
Some think is a living hell
Some live life living well
I life tryna tip the scale
My Way, my way
My Way, my way

[Verse 1: Black
Yo, I'm always
I never take off I got a job
Rob Peter to pay
Now I it's the winner that takes all
Do what I gotta do I can't take loss
Picture me living life as if I'm animal
That its own dreams like I'm a cannibal
I won't failure unless it's mechanical
But still the alcohol mixed with the
I guess I be referred to the owners manual of loaners
Full of all the throwaways and the stoners
Soldiers of the streets with 8th diplomas
And the world awaiting their shoulders as a
Look, let he sin live without sin
Until then, I'll be doing dirty jobs swamp men
Counting the faces of those might have been
It's like living life but I won't live that life again

Hook]

[Verse 2: Dice
Lot of go to prison
How come out Malcolm X?
I I'm not
Shit, can't even talk about the
last words: "You under arrest"
Will I get popped It's anybody's guess
I guess a nigga need to stay
I guess when the cops need to start runnin
I won't the same mistakes from my last run in
You done doing crime now or you done in
I got a on the run and one in
me a letter, he said when you comin'
Shit man, I thought the goal's to out
Back against the wall, then your way out
money's a style that never plays out
'Til you end up boxin' stash, money's paid out
The scales of justice ain't weighed out
Only two ways out, digging tunnels or digging out