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 Uh, shit, 'cause I'm a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), in Chanel (Drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the mansion with my girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I took the (Woo)
The whole industry was hatin', so now I 'em hell (Ha)
Business man, I invest a whole 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 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 pulled out and on her dimples (Ah)
Quarter milli' for this (Mille)
I had to run up digits (Run it up)
Niggas that I'm the sickest (For real)
Bitches know that I'm the
my dick out and piss on your feelings (For real)
I heard lil' nigga from Memphis (Okay)
I heard he used to in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he to jail in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps me in New York City (Uh)
Lil' black nigga all this fuckin' paper on me, man
the fuck they mean, man?
I can't go out like that (Uh), huh, up

Bangin' L's, scales (What?)
Shakin', got in my nails (What?)
Started gettin' money, we bustin' bales
Everybody on the floor 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 talk on the phone, but he his will
Walked out the trap a big ol' bag
I pop in the house, I was on the sale (Swerve)
We was on Sunday, that bitch in my hand
But I'm sinnin' in my head, I'm gon' prevail, uh
If I her house phone,
Tell her bring that bitch out cocked, my mama will (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 time, niggas probably tell
Fuck it, this lifestyle, know I probably
I'm in New with my nigga Dolph,
He wop, but his neck on Gabbana 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 with me in
Get out the 'Raq, he might near, catch a body still (Shh)
I'll pull up on your home in a smokin' out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, (Skrrt)
I ain't comin' with 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 ride (Bah)
I was outside and that's the we won battles
Nigga, we part-time

Got a youngin, he only send at you (Seen 'em)
You ain't never that snake rap? (Go get 'em)
On a head, then 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 like (Huh?)
rich as fuck, ain't nothin' past due
I could go a M from my mama pad too
Let me see you gon' do, we could team-tag two
Oh, you ain't the shit, have somebody blast you
on my lap, if God bless you, I tag you
Have you fillin' the bag with your fast (Pussy)