Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

All I need is one scale, a couple bales, came in this by myself

Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), drippy in (Drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the with my lil' girl (Aria)
was too crowded, so I took the stairs (Woo)
The whole industry was hatin', so now I give 'em (Ha)
man, I invest a whole million in the mail (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), (Yeah), yeah
I-I-I treat like some shoes,
I cop 'em by the (It's Dolph)
She like when I her neck and pull her by her hair (It's Dolph)
In my city, I'm important than the fuckin' mayor (It's Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the prices on the kush, I (It's Dolph)

I got your bitch for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her ride a bicycle (Ah)
I pulled out and on her dimples (Ah)
Quarter milli' for Richard (Mille)
I had to run up digits (Run it up)
know that I'm the sickest (For real)
Bitches know that I'm the
Whip my dick out and piss on your (For real)
I heard that lil' nigga Memphis (Okay)
I he used to trap in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he went to jail in a (Okay)
Straps me in New York City (Uh)
Lil' black nigga with all fuckin' paper on me, man
What the fuck mean, man?
I go out like that (Uh), huh, hold up

Bangin' L's, scales (What?)
Shakin', got residue in my (What?)
gettin' real money, we bustin' bales
Everybody on the know the smell, uh
Dropped out of high
Had to start bringin' my Glock, couldn't and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got life in the
Can't talk on the phone, but he his will
Walked out the trap a big ol' bag
'Til I pop in the house, I was on the (Swerve)
We was sinnin' on Sunday, that bitch in my
But I'm sinnin' in my head, I'm gon' prevail, uh
If I her house phone,
Tell her bring that bitch out cocked, my mama will (Come on)
I was eighteen, my OG seen me hop out the Benz or a (Bah)

I a mansion,
Pop in that bitch off a shootout, I'm hot as hell
Shh, you gon' do some time, probably tell
Fuck it, lifestyle, know I probably will
I'm in New with my nigga Dolph,
He wop, but his neck on Gabbana still (Uh)
I'm rockin' Christian Dior with a bag of
Blues, all black but it's Prada (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, don't eat at
See opp, he get probably (Swerve)
lil' bro come out with me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, catch a body (Shh)
I'll pull up on your in a Lam' smokin' out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, (Skrrt)
I comin' with shit but my pipe and a box of mags
Twenty on me, my starter pack
Gettin' too money, we ain't tryna make arch-rivals
You we spark ride (Bah)
I was outside and that's the we won battles
Nigga, we part-time

Got a youngin, he only send at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't never heard snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, then we just catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we went straight you
tried to kill a nigga just 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the clubhouse like (Huh?)
rich as fuck, ain't nothin' past due
I could go a M from my mama pad too
Let me see you gon' do, we could team-tag two
Oh, you ain't with the shit, have somebody you
on my lap, if God bless you, I tag you
Have you fillin' the bag with your food (Pussy)