Luyện nghe bài hát Tip The Scale

[Hook: Dice
Homicide or
or Tails
Some think life is a hell
Some live life just living
I live 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 to pay Paul
Now I it's 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 like I'm a cannibal
I won't failure unless it's mechanical
But the alcohol mixed with the botanical
I guess I be referred to the owners manual of loaners
of all the homeless throwaways 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, I'll be doing dirty jobs like men
Counting the of those that might have been
It's like living that life but I won't that life again

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