Luyện nghe bài hát Tip The Scale

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

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

[Repeat

2: Dice Raw]
Lot of go to prison
How many come out X?
I I'm not
Shit, even talk about the rest
last words: "You under arrest"
Will I get popped tonight? It's guess
I guess a nigga need to stay
I guess when the cops need to start runnin
I make the same mistakes from my last run in
You either done crime now or you done in
I got a on the run and one in
Wrote me a letter, he said you comin'
Shit man, I thought the goal's to out
Back the wall, then shoot your way out
Gettin' money's a that never plays out
'Til you end up your stash, money's paid out
The of justice ain't equally weighed out
Only two ways out, digging or digging graves out