Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

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

Dolph, why you his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), in Chanel (Drippy)
Playin' and go seek in the mansion with my lil' girl (Aria)
was too crowded, so I took the stairs (Woo)
The industry was hatin', so now I give 'em hell (Ha)
Business man, I invest a whole million in the (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 and pull her by her hair (It's Dolph)
In my city, I'm more important than the fuckin' (It's Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the on the kush, I swear (It's Dolph)

I got bitch lookin' for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her ride like a (Ah)
I pulled out and bust on her (Ah)
Quarter milli' for this (Mille)
I had to run up them (Run it up)
know that I'm the sickest (For real)
Bitches know that I'm the
Whip my out and piss on your feelings (For real)
I heard that lil' nigga from (Okay)
I heard he used to trap in (Okay)
I heard he to jail in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps me in New York City (Uh)
Lil' black nigga with all this paper on me, man
What the fuck mean, man?
I can't go out that (Uh), huh, hold up

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

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

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