Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

All I need is one scale, a 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' hide and go seek in the mansion with my lil' (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I took the (Woo)
The industry was hatin', so now I give 'em hell (Ha)
Business man, I invest a million in the mail (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah
I-I-I bitches 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 years straight, I set the on the kush, I swear (It's Dolph)

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

Bangin' L's, swangin' (What?)
Shakin', got residue in my (What?)
gettin' real money, we bustin' bales
Everybody on the know the smell, uh
out of high school
Had to start bringin' my Glock, couldn't and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got life in the
Can't on the phone, but he know his will
Walked out the with a big ol' bag
'Til I pop in the house, I was on the (Swerve)
We was sinnin' on Sunday, bitch in my hand
But I'm sinnin' in my head, know I'm prevail, uh
If I call her phone,
Tell her bring that out cocked, then my mama will (Come on)
I was eighteen, my OG me hop out the Benz 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 tell
Fuck it, lifestyle, know I probably will
I'm in New with my nigga Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his neck on still (Uh)
I'm Christian Dior 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 bro come out with me in Bally
Get out the 'Raq, he might come near, catch a body (Shh)
pull up on your home in a Lam' smokin' out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, (Skrrt)
I ain't comin' with shit but my pipe and a box of
Twenty on me, that's my pack
too much money, we ain't tryna make arch-rivals
You know we spark (Bah)
I was outside and the reason 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, then we just can't you
twice, mad as fuck, we went straight past you
Ever tried to a nigga just 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the like Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, ain't past due
I could go grab a M from my pad too
Let me see what you gon' do, we could two
Oh, you ain't the shit, have somebody blast you
Kel-Tec on my lap, if God you, I tag you
you fillin' the bag with your fast food (Pussy)