Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Scale

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

Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, I'm a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), in Chanel (Drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the with my lil' girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I the stairs (Woo)
The whole industry was hatin', so now I 'em hell (Ha)
Business man, I invest a 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 grab her neck and her by her hair (It's Dolph)
In my city, I'm more important than the mayor (It's Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the on the kush, I swear (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)
know that I'm the sickest (For real)
Bitches know I'm the littest
my dick out and piss on your feelings (For real)
I heard that lil' from Memphis (Okay)
I he used to trap in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he went to in a Bentley (Okay)
with me in New York City (Uh)
Lil' nigga with all this fuckin' paper on me, man
What the they mean, man?
I can't go out like that (Uh), huh, 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 start bringin' my Glock, couldn't and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got in the feds
Can't talk on the phone, but he 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 in my head, know I'm gon' prevail, uh
If I her house phone,
Tell her bring that bitch out cocked, then my mama (Come on)
I was eighteen, my OG seen me hop out the Benz or a (Bah)

I a mansion,
Pop in that bitch off a shootout, I'm hot as hell
Shh, you gon' do some time, probably tell
Fuck it, lifestyle, know I probably will
I'm in New York with my Dolph,
He rockin' wop, but his 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 killed (Swerve)
Told bro come 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 comin' with shit but my pipe and a box of mags
Twenty on me, my starter pack
Gettin' too much money, we ain't tryna arch-rivals
You know we spark (Bah)
I was outside and that's the we won battles
Nigga, we weren't

Got a youngin, he send straight at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't never that snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a head, then we just can't catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we straight past you
Ever tried to kill a nigga 'cause you had to?
Leanin' up in the clubhouse Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody as fuck, ain't nothin' past due
I could go grab a M from my 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 the bag with your fast food (Pussy)