Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

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

The wires the taps the
got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and relax
When killas out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'
Just remember tell my motha' I love her, I 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 number skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to jail
An' told stuff
didn't raise no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm dumpin' make
Make somebody mind somethin' newspaper readers
Can you do me a favor an' ask yo'
Did he blast first an' ask questions
I betcha they tell ya I did a wicked ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that 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
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

ditchin' an' dodgin' the rolla
I myself in South Dakota
All by myself grindin' an' runnin' the
hustlin' an' them rocks
Perkin' an' listen to pac locations an' spots
an' cleanin' my glocks
Cookin' an' away pots
Coppin' an' chops
Sewin' an' up cock
Scheming an' plottin' my
Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' locks
Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me fuck botch
flour in a drought
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I been struck out
it's heavy I'm hurtin'
Two ago ran upon the wrong person
out his lead and aimed 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 pal for quite sometime
Now I been for a little while
dropped 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 grays the hounds the
Surplus in the middle somewhere in Kentucky
Way out of dodge 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 fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' than I done count
Since I was hills the smithins the the wessons
block gettin' cracked with some of them 355 them 7's
Ya get mopped as far as
I ain't neva been no in life
Poked an' in the stomach wit a number twice
around when they brought 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
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 thew chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim