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 my pistols my straps
My oozies, my my gats, my oozies my choppas my gats

The wires the the traps
Po-po got me twisted how can us maintain and relax
When these killas out here 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 fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest
Fo' tax evasion, identification
Up alias number skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' to jail
An' some stuff
Vallejo didn't raise no powder
When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm dumpin' believers
Make somebody mind somethin' newspaper readers
Can you do me a an' ask yo' neighbor
Did he blast first an' ask later
I betcha they tell ya I did such a wicked ass
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
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
The highs the speeds the chases, the relays the 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 grindin' an' runnin' the block
hustlin' an' slangin' them
Perkin' an' listen to pac switchin' an' spots
Greasin' an' cleanin' my
Cookin' an' throwin' away
Coppin' an' chops
an' stitchin' up cock
Scheming an' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' locks
Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' niggas 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me they botch
Servin' flour in a
I'm in the hot seat plus I been done struck out
Already it's heavy I'm
Two nights ago ran upon the person
out his lead and aimed it fo' my head
Instead it hit me in my leg
Who got a
Can't go see a surgeon cause I ain't on or should I say medical
I'm in this pal for sometime
Now I been for a little while
Somebody dropped a 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 relays the laps the
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' poppin'
more than anti-depressants I got the chills
Tryin' to get away from them fuzz and teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' I done count blessings
Since I was hills the the slugs the wessons
Engine block gettin' cracked with of them 355 them 7's
Ya get mopped as far as
I ain't been no sucka in life
Poked an' m-mate in the stomach wit a number
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
git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gotta git it. git gone, git on out
The highs the speeds chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim