Luyện nghe bài hát Tip The Scale

[Hook: Dice
or suicide
Heads or
Some think life is a living
live life just living well
I life tryna tip the scale
My Way, my way
My Way, my way

1: Black Thought]
Yo, I'm always
I take off cause 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 take
Picture me living as if I'm some animal
That consumes its own dreams like I'm a
I accept failure unless it's mechanical
But still the alcohol mixed the botanical
I guess I be referred to the owners manual full of
of all the homeless throwaways and the stoners
Soldiers of the streets 8th grade diplomas
And the awaiting their shoulders as a bonus
Look, let he without sin without sin
then, I'll be doing dirty jobs like swamp men
Counting the faces of that might have been
It's like living that life but I won't that life again

[Repeat

[Verse 2: Dice
Lot of go to prison
How many out Malcolm X?
I I'm not
Shit, can't even about the rest
last words: "You under arrest"
Will I get tonight? It's anybody's guess
I guess a nigga to stay cunning
I guess the cops comin' need to start runnin
I won't make the same 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 said when you
man, I thought the goal's to stay out
Back against the wall, shoot your way out
Gettin' money's a style that never out
'Til you end up your stash, money's paid out
The of justice ain't equally weighed out
Only two out, digging tunnels or digging graves out