Luyện nghe bài hát Tip The Scale

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

1: Black Thought]
Yo, I'm always
I never take off I got a job
Rob Peter to pay
Now I realize it's the winner that all
Do what I gotta do because I can't loss
Picture me life as if I'm some animal
That consumes its own like I'm a cannibal
I won't accept unless it's mechanical
But still the alcohol mixed the botanical
I guess I be to the owners manual full of loaners
Full of all the homeless and the stoners
Soldiers of the streets with 8th grade
And the world awaiting their as a bonus
Look, let he without sin without sin
Until then, be doing dirty jobs like swamp men
Counting the faces of those that have been
It's like living that life but I won't live that again

Hook]

[Verse 2: Raw]
Lot of go to prison
How many out Malcolm X?
I I'm not
Shit, can't even talk about the
Famous last words: "You arrest"
Will I get popped It's anybody's guess
I guess a nigga need to stay
I guess the cops comin' need to start runnin
I won't make the same mistakes from my run in
You either 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
against the wall, then shoot your way out
Gettin' money's a style never plays out
you end up boxin' your stash, money's paid out
The scales of justice ain't weighed out
Only two ways out, digging tunnels or graves out