Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

All I need is one scale, a couple bales, in this shit 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 mansion with my girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I took the (Woo)
The industry was hatin', so now I give 'em hell (Ha)
Business man, I 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 grab her neck and pull her by her (It's Dolph)
In my city, I'm more than the fuckin' mayor (It's Dolph)
Ten straight, I set the prices on the kush, I swear (It's Dolph)

I got your lookin' for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her like a bicycle (Ah)
I pulled out and on her dimples (Ah)
Quarter for this Richard (Mille)
I had to run up digits (Run it up)
Niggas that I'm the sickest (For real)
Bitches know that I'm the
Whip my dick out and on your feelings (For real)
I heard that lil' nigga from (Okay)
I heard he to trap in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he went to jail in a (Okay)
Straps me in New York City (Uh)
black nigga with all this fuckin' paper on me, man
What the they mean, man?
I can't go out that (Uh), huh, hold up

Bangin' L's, scales (What?)
Shakin', got residue in my (What?)
Started gettin' money, we bustin' bales
Everybody on the floor the smell, uh
Dropped out of high
Had to start bringin' my Glock, couldn't and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got in the feds
Can't talk on the phone, but he know his
out the trap with a big ol' bag
I pop in the house, I was on the sale (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 out cocked, then 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, niggas tell
Fuck it, this lifestyle, I probably will
I'm in New York with my Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his neck on Gabbana (Uh)
I'm rockin' Christian with a bag full of
Blues, all black but Prada still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, don't eat at
See opp, he get killed (Swerve)
Told lil' bro come out with me in
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 ain't comin' with but my pipe and a box of mags
Twenty on me, that's my pack
Gettin' too much money, we ain't make arch-rivals
You know we spark (Bah)
I was outside and that's the we won battles
Nigga, we weren't

Got a youngin, he only straight at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't never heard that snake (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, we just can't catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we went straight you
Ever tried to kill a nigga 'cause you had to?
up in the clubhouse like Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, ain't past due
I could go grab a M my mama pad too
Let me see what you gon' do, we 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)