Luyện nghe bài hát Tip The Scale

[Hook: Raw]
Homicide or
Heads or
Some life is a living hell
live life just living well
I life tryna tip the scale
My Way, my way
My Way, my way

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

Hook]

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