Luyện nghe bài hát Weight Scale

(Todays agenda)
riding them sodomy sisters
Pistol on hip, hip to pistol,
the day I bow down to a bitch
Be the day I a bottle at Rihanna inside of a strip club
Leave the
to leave a tooth floating around inside of your pimp cup
What goes around comes around in the form of
Nah, thats probably just me riding around town in a Fisker
Penning a equivalent to a winning lottery ticket
Uh, fresh off weight scale
a crooked heaven on Earth giving them straight hell
Kick in the door of them awards, where are we sitting
Niggas with jeans looking like where are they fitting
of they writtens,
its parallel to an Arab
In the terrorist cockpit heading for kitchen
I talk greasier Harolds Chicken
Dont cross me I leave tipping
Im coming (fresh off that weight scale, off that weight scale
Fresh off that, fresh off that, off that weight scale)
My bitch curvy as a Persian virgins
She to serve me, she here to disturb the reaper
I bank, speak Franklins, word to Aretha
Im fly as a
and as the Burj Khalifa
I with kings, yall ride with fiends
You fraudulent niggas remind me of a scheme
One of yall niggas was cool in school
The of yall niggas was clowns, we should call you the Fonzi team
Im
Niggas listen like aint this about a bitch like it's a song cause my cake long
your bitch giving me cheekbone
Like Grace
my dick like a payphone
But she aint getting the call
She getting the ball sack, hitting the jaw just we parked at
as a car jack,
I aint be funny
Im tryna be missionary on top of my money
Im (fresh off that weight scale)
what the fuck would I for
I need more guap stored in my sock drawer
They want an encore when the flow is at four
King of the jungle no lying, I let the roar
And this bulletproof is irrelevant
Im telling them look at your melon, Im a shell in it
And the shell is right through your
melon your skeleton
Then the felon is the same pitch the fella was yelling and
Police sirens respond to firing, Ima keep firing
Ima flee, Ima be quiet, Im a G, Im a tyrant
From Beach and Im East Side
I
bury you like an artifact
serious as a attack
hat
tats,
that, art of rap
Thats me, cant believe Ice never thought of that, who the brought it back
(Fresh off that weight scale, fresh off weight scale
Fresh off that, off that, fresh off that weight scale)
Fresh off weight scale
I guess Im Canibus and Kool Moe Dee, cause its hard for me to Ls
Im tryna make cake than a bake sale
Tell the jakes Ima make bail then escape cause I jail
All these rappers they spitting hard raps
Before I buy that shit, me the Barfax
I got a tongue like a ax
I got a ton of rhymes flyer than anything launching off
is how real it is
when I ghostwrite for
Im speaking through them, Im really just a
A lyricst,
a hint of
A pinch of militant, a perfect description of this nigga is
Pull out a and weigh CDs
Then distribute it to the til they need me
Im a dealer so put out an APB
The same shit that gave these 80's ADD
pyrex sit in the kitchen feeling your eye
Gripping your wrist and watching pie strech
Pitching to niggas for figures, never slipping
5-0 tripping, I dip on them through the
Dope boy mindset, gotta get money
Apply the same to this rhyme shit, dummy
Pick a pad, pick a pen, pick a track, pick a flow, I pick it
Like a locksmith in his nose,
sit in the
the Dres on,
waist gone, to eight long
Put brains on pre-K, the shell is a
Man, Im just tryna write, leave me alone
Cause I aint trying to fight, Im a different Iron
Bite your ear with a syllable, lay a hook thatll you
Throwing jabs at you little dudes, my get rid of you
Hit my corner and to Eminem,
and Nickel
While fucking the ring girl
and fight is unfixable, uh
You with a BQE boy
That BBQ's EQ's and BB with D-boyz
agenda, flame contenders
And have their dame giving brain to they member

(Fresh off that scale)
of a mad man
Joe Joe
Aint gotta lie, what you see is you get, aint nothing modified
Me, I give the same song, go check with

Dont get the wrong, Im the same G
old money, yall swear it was the same G
Yeah, these hoes cute and entertain me
And though I let them go to the head, never change me
Far from
Your favorite rapper got a head nod he approached
and check my
I wake sleepy hollow, done a CT scan
Go to right now and watch Batman
So my dad Im styling, how when
Im hed be if these new drugs was out then
I owe it to holmes, stone
But how I let a stone roll
, why Im stone cold
Problem child to adult
Got bad cards but I aint blaming my hand, its
I hate and authority the same
So how the fuck you I feel about a chain of command,
I tell you how you from I
You always hugging the block, I kiss it
Sober, my drinking game started with truth or dare
And with me thinking a name
So yall call it out of control, Im confused
in to me is the illusion
Theres your answer, verbal cancer
Now the strip club is a basement, I just came in with dancers
House gang, the made it
A-Treats,

Joey the fan
Love then hate it both cause I cant it
And if I did, I would never
I said that all wrong, yall would tell
I the mind fucked up for the Jezebel
Even if they help make it shit would fail