Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

My scrilla' my 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 my straps
My oozies, my choppas my gats, my oozies my choppas my

The wires the the traps
Po-po got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and
When killas out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'
Just tell my motha' I love her, I love her
On top of the i the r the s
Police station lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my
Fo' tax evasion, fake
Up alias number skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' to jail
An' told some
Vallejo didn't no powder puff
I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm dumpin' make believers
Make somebody gon' mind somethin' readers
Can you do me a favor an' ask yo'
Did he blast an' ask questions later
I betcha they tell ya I did a wicked ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I 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 highs the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the
My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

After ditchin' an' the rolla
I found in South Dakota
All by grindin' an' runnin' the block
hustlin' an' slangin' them
Perkin' an' listen to pac switchin' locations an'
Greasin' an' cleanin' my
an' throwin' away pots
Coppin' an' chops
an' stitchin' up cock
Scheming an' plottin' my
an' sock home invasion an' kickin' locks
Jackin' an' robbin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em me fuck they botch
flour in a drought
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I been done out
Already it's I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran the wrong person
Pulled out his lead and it fo' my head
Instead it hit me in my leg
Who got a
go see a surgeon cause I ain't on medicaid or should I say medical
I'm in this pal for sometime
Now I been wanted for a little
Somebody a dime an' I was [phone 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 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 dodge lost a little weight but I to be chubby nigga
poppin' pills
Takin' more than I got the chills
Tryin' to get away them fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' than I done count
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
an' m-mate in the stomach wit a number twice
Fuckin' around when they brought me down to be
On the streets I'm but up in here
I'm dat act

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