Luyện nghe bài hát Tip The Scale

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

[Verse 1: Thought]
Yo, I'm early
I never take off I got a job
Rob Peter to pay
Now I realize it's the winner takes all
Do what I gotta do because I take loss
me living life as if I'm some animal
That consumes its own dreams I'm a cannibal
I won't accept failure it's mechanical
But the alcohol mixed with the botanical
I guess I be referred to the owners manual of loaners
of all the homeless throwaways and the stoners
Soldiers of the streets 8th grade diplomas
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
It's like living that life but I live that life again

Hook]

[Verse 2: Raw]
Lot of niggas go to
How come out Malcolm X?
I I'm not
Shit, even talk about the rest
last words: "You under arrest"
Will I get popped It's anybody's guess
I guess a need to stay cunning
I guess when the cops comin' need to runnin
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 your way out
Gettin' money's a style never plays out
you end up boxin' your stash, money's paid out
The scales of ain't equally weighed out
Only two ways out, digging tunnels or graves out