Luyện nghe bài hát Tip The Scale

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

[Verse 1: Black
Yo, I'm early
I never off cause I got a job
Rob to pay Paul
Now I it's the winner that takes all
Do what I do because I can't take loss
Picture me living as if I'm some animal
That consumes its own dreams like I'm a
I won't accept failure unless mechanical
But still the alcohol with the botanical
I guess I be referred to the manual full of loaners
of all the homeless throwaways and the stoners
Soldiers of the streets with 8th grade
And the world awaiting their shoulders as a
Look, let he without sin live sin
Until then, I'll be doing 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

[Repeat

2: Dice Raw]
Lot of niggas go to
How many come out X?
I I'm not
Shit, even talk about the rest
Famous last "You under arrest"
Will I get popped tonight? It's guess
I guess a need to stay cunning
I guess when the cops comin' need to start
I make the same mistakes from my last run in
You either done doing 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 to stay out
Back against the wall, then shoot 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, tunnels or digging graves out