Luyện nghe bài hát Tip The Scale

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

1: Black Thought]
Yo, I'm early
I take off cause I got a job
Rob to pay Paul
Now I realize the winner that takes all
Do what I gotta do because I can't take
Picture me living life as if I'm animal
That consumes its own dreams like I'm a
I accept failure unless it's mechanical
But still the alcohol mixed with the
I guess I be referred to the manual full of loaners
of all the homeless throwaways and the stoners
Soldiers of the streets 8th grade diplomas
And the awaiting their shoulders as a bonus
Look, let he without sin live sin
Until then, be doing dirty jobs like swamp men
Counting the of those that might have been
It's like living that life but I won't that life again

Hook]

[Verse 2: Raw]
Lot of go to prison
How come out Malcolm X?
I I'm not
Shit, even talk about the rest
Famous words: "You under arrest"
Will I get tonight? 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
Wrote me a letter, he when you comin'
Shit man, I thought the goal's to out
against the wall, then shoot your way out
Gettin' a style that never plays out
'Til you end up boxin' stash, money's paid out
The scales of justice ain't weighed out
two ways out, digging tunnels or digging graves out