Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

My scrilla' my my scratch, my scrilla' my paper my scratch
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 the taps the traps
Po-po got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and
When these killas out snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'
Just remember 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, identification
Up under alias number bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty man I ain't neva' went to jail
An' told stuff
Vallejo didn't raise no powder
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 first an' ask questions
I betcha tell ya I did such a wicked ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I wasn't gonna 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 myself in South
All by myself an' runnin' the block
hustlin' an' slangin' them
Perkin' an' listen to pac locations an' spots
an' cleanin' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' pots
an' orderin' chops
Sewin' an' up cock
Scheming an' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' locks
Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' niggas 'em up
An' 'em watch me fuck they botch
Servin' flour in a
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I been done out
it's heavy I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the 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 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
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
The highs the speeds the chases, the relays the the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The the hounds the bussies
Surplus camourflage in the middle somewhere in
Way out of dodge lost a little weight but I used to be nigga
Stressin' poppin'
Takin' more than anti-depressants I got the
Tryin' to get away from them and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' than I done blessings
Since I was the smithins the slugs the wessons
block gettin' cracked 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 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
git it, gotta 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