Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

My my paper my scratch, my scrilla' my paper my scratch
My my bitches, my batch, my hookas my bitches, my batch
My peppa, my pistols, my straps, my peppa my pistols my
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 out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'
Just remember tell my motha' I her, I love her
On top of the i the r the s
Police 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 ain't neva' to jail
An' told some
Vallejo raise no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm make believers
Make somebody mind somethin' newspaper readers
Can you do me a favor an' ask yo'
Did he first an' ask questions later
I betcha tell ya I did such a wicked ass earthling
Why did you kidnap little kid, man I wasn't gonna hurt him

Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
git it, gotta git gone, git on out
The the speeds 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 myself in South
All by grindin' an' runnin' the block
hustlin' an' them rocks
an' listen to pac switchin' locations an' spots
Greasin' an' cleanin' my
Cookin' an' throwin' pots
an' orderin' chops
Sewin' an' up cock
Scheming an' plottin' my
Pajamas an' sock home an' kickin' locks
an' robbin' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em me fuck they botch
Servin' in a drought
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I been done out
Already it's heavy I'm
Two nights ago ran the wrong person
Pulled out his lead and it fo' my head
it hit me in my leg burstin'
Who got a
Can't go see a cause I ain't on medicaid or should I say medical
I'm in this pal for quite
Now I been for a little while
Somebody dropped a dime an' I was rings]

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 the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The the hounds the bussies
Surplus in the middle somewhere in Kentucky
Way out of lost a little weight but I used to be chubby nigga
Stressin' pills
Takin' more than anti-depressants I got the
Tryin' to get away from them fuzz and teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' than I done blessings
Since I was hills the smithins the slugs the
Engine block gettin' with some of them 355 them 7's
Ya get mopped as far as
I neva been no sucka in life
Poked an' m-mate in the stomach wit a twice
Fuckin' around when they me down to be exact
On the streets I'm nothin' but up in
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
Gotta git it. git gone, git on out
The the speeds thew chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim