Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

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

Dolph, why you his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), drippy in (Drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the mansion with my lil' (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I took the (Woo)
The whole industry was hatin', so now I give 'em (Ha)
Business man, I a whole million in the mail (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah),
I-I-I treat bitches like 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 lookin' for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her like a bicycle (Ah)
I out and bust on her dimples (Ah)
Quarter for this Richard (Mille)
I had to run up them (Run it up)
know that I'm the sickest (For real)
Bitches know I'm the littest
Whip my out and piss on your feelings (For real)
I heard that nigga from Memphis (Okay)
I heard he used to in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he to jail in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps with me in New York (Uh)
Lil' black nigga all this fuckin' paper on me, man
the fuck 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 real money, we bustin' bales
on the floor know the smell, uh
Dropped out of school
Had to start bringin' my Glock, show and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got life in the
Can't on the phone, but he know 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 in my head, know I'm gon' prevail, uh
If I call her phone,
her bring that bitch 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 fresh off a shootout, I'm hot as hell
Shh, you do some time, niggas probably tell
it, this lifestyle, know I probably will
I'm in New with my nigga Dolph,
He wop, but his neck on Gabbana still (Uh)
I'm Christian Dior with a bag full of
Blues, all but it's Prada still (Swerve)
I'm in the 'Raq, Benihana, don't eat at
See opp, he get killed (Swerve)
Told lil' bro out with me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, catch a still (Shh)
I'll pull up on your home in a smokin' out a sack
her back, disappear, artifact (Skrrt)
I ain't comin' shit but my pipe and a box of mags
on me, that's my starter pack
Gettin' too money, we ain't tryna make arch-rivals
You know we 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 never heard that snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, we just can't catch you
twice, mad as fuck, we went straight past you
Ever to kill a nigga just 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the like Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody as fuck, ain't nothin' past due
I could go grab a M from my pad too
Let me see you gon' do, we could team-tag two
Oh, you with the shit, have somebody blast you
Kel-Tec on my lap, if God you, I tag you
Have you fillin' the bag with your fast (Pussy)