Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

My scrilla' my paper my scratch, my scrilla' my paper my
My hookas my bitches, my batch, my hookas my bitches, my
My peppa, my pistols, my straps, my peppa my my straps
My oozies, my choppas my gats, my my choppas my gats

The wires the taps the
Po-po got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and
When these killas out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa
Just remember my motha' I love her, I love her
On top of the i the r the s
station lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest
Fo' tax evasion, fake
Up under alias number bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I neva' went to jail
An' told some
Vallejo didn't no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm make believers
Make somebody gon' mind somethin' newspaper
Can you do me a an' ask yo' neighbor
Did he blast an' ask questions later
I betcha they tell ya I did such a ass earthling
Why did you kidnap little kid, man I wasn't gonna hurt him

Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
The highs the the chases, the relays the laps the races
My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

After ditchin' an' dodgin' the
I found in South Dakota
All by myself an' runnin' the block
hustlin' an' them rocks
Perkin' an' listen to pac switchin' locations an'
an' cleanin' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' pots
Coppin' an' chops
Sewin' an' up cock
Scheming an' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' locks
Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' tyin' 'em up
An' 'em watch me fuck they botch
Servin' flour in a
I'm in the hot anyhow plus I been done struck out
Already heavy I'm hurtin'
Two ago ran upon the wrong person
Pulled out his and aimed it fo' my head
it hit me in my leg burstin'
Who got a
Can't go see a surgeon cause I on medicaid or should I say medical
I'm in this pal for sometime
Now I been wanted for a little
Somebody dropped a dime an' I was rings]

Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
The highs the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The grays the the bussies
Surplus camourflage in the somewhere in Kentucky
Way out of lost a little weight but I used to be chubby nigga
Stressin' pills
Takin' more than I got the chills
to get away from them fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' than I done count blessings
I was hills the smithins the slugs the wessons
Engine block gettin' cracked some of them 355 them 7's
Ya get mopped as far as
I ain't neva been no in life
Poked an' m-mate in the wit a number twice
Fuckin' around they brought me down to be exact
On the streets I'm but up in here
I'm dat act

Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
git it. gotta git gone, git on out
The highs the speeds thew chases, the relays the the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim