Luyện nghe bài hát Tip The Scale

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

[Verse 1: Black
Yo, I'm always
I never take off I got a job
Rob to pay Paul
Now I realize the winner 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 accept failure unless mechanical
But still the alcohol mixed the botanical
I guess I be referred to the manual full of loaners
of all the homeless throwaways and the stoners
Soldiers of the streets 8th grade diplomas
And the world awaiting their shoulders as a
Look, let he sin live without sin
Until then, I'll be doing dirty jobs swamp men
Counting the faces of those that might been
It's like living that life but I won't live life again

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 popped It's anybody's guess
I guess a nigga need to stay
I when the cops comin' need to start runnin
I make the same mistakes from 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 when you comin'
Shit man, I thought the goal's to out
Back against the wall, then shoot way out
Gettin' money's a style never plays out
'Til you end up boxin' your stash, money's out
The of justice ain't equally weighed out
Only two ways out, digging tunnels or digging out