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 live life tryna tip the
My Way, my way
My Way, my way

1: Black Thought]
Yo, I'm early
I never off cause I got a job
Rob to pay Paul
Now I realize it's the that takes all
Do I gotta do because I can't take loss
Picture me living as if I'm some animal
That consumes its own like I'm a cannibal
I won't failure unless it's mechanical
But still the alcohol mixed the botanical
I guess I be referred to the owners full of loaners
of all the homeless throwaways and the stoners
Soldiers of the streets 8th grade diplomas
And the world their shoulders as a bonus
Look, let he without sin without sin
Until then, I'll be doing dirty jobs like men
Counting the faces of those that have been
It's like living that life but I won't live that life

Hook]

[Verse 2: Raw]
Lot of go to prison
How many out Malcolm X?
I I'm not
Shit, can't even about the rest
Famous last "You under arrest"
Will I get tonight? It's anybody's guess
I guess a nigga need to cunning
I when the cops comin' need to start runnin
I won't make the same mistakes from my run in
You either done crime now or you done in
I got a on the run and one in
Wrote me a letter, he when you comin'
Shit man, I the goal's to stay out
against the wall, then shoot your way out
Gettin' a style that never plays out
'Til you end up boxin' your stash, paid out
The scales of ain't equally weighed out
Only two ways out, digging tunnels or graves out