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 in the mansion with my lil' girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I took the (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
treat bitches 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 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 out and bust on her dimples (Ah)
milli' for this Richard (Mille)
I had to run up them (Run it up)
Niggas know I'm the sickest (For real)
know that I'm the littest
Whip my dick out and piss on feelings (For real)
I that lil' nigga from Memphis (Okay)
I he used to trap in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he went to in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps with me in New York (Uh)
Lil' black nigga with all this fuckin' on me, man
What the they mean, man?
I go out like that (Uh), huh, hold up

Bangin' L's, scales (What?)
Shakin', got in my nails (What?)
Started gettin' real money, we bustin'
Everybody on the floor the smell, uh
Dropped out of high
Had to bringin' my Glock, couldn't show 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
'Til I pop in the house, I was on the (Swerve)
We was on Sunday, that bitch in my hand
But I'm in my head, know I'm gon' prevail, uh
If I her house 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 that bitch fresh off a shootout, I'm hot as
Shh, you gon' do some time, niggas probably
it, this lifestyle, know I probably will
I'm in New York with my Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his neck on 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, eat at Hamada
See opp, he get probably (Swerve)
Told lil' bro come out me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, a body still (Shh)
I'll up on your home in a Lam' smokin' out a sack
her back, disappear, artifact (Skrrt)
I ain't with shit but my pipe and a box of mags
Twenty on me, my starter pack
too much 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 straight at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't never heard that rap? (Go get 'em)
On a nigga head, we just can't catch you
twice, mad as fuck, we went straight past you
Ever tried to kill a nigga 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the clubhouse Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, 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 ain't the shit, have somebody blast you
Kel-Tec on my lap, if God you, I tag you
Have you fillin' the bag with your food (Pussy)