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

The wires the the traps
Po-po got me 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 station lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my
Fo' tax evasion, fake
Up under alias number bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't went to jail
An' told stuff
Vallejo didn't raise no puff
I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm dumpin' make believers
Make somebody gon' somethin' newspaper readers
Can you do me a favor an' ask yo'
Did he blast first an' ask 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 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 switchin' locations an'
an' cleanin' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' pots
an' orderin' chops
Sewin' an' stitchin' up
Scheming an' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' kickin'
Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em me fuck they botch
flour in a drought
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I done struck out
Already heavy I'm hurtin'
Two ago ran upon the wrong person
Pulled out his lead and aimed it fo' my
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 pal for quite sometime
Now I been wanted for a while
Somebody a dime an' I was [phone rings]

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 the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The grays the hounds the
camourflage in the middle somewhere in Kentucky
Way out of dodge lost a little weight but I used to be chubby
poppin' pills
Takin' more than I got the chills
Tryin' to get away from fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' than I done count blessings
Since I was hills the smithins the the wessons
Engine block gettin' cracked with some of them 355 7's
Ya get mopped as far as
I ain't neva been no sucka in
Poked an' in the stomach wit a number twice
Fuckin' when they brought me down to be exact
On the I'm nothin' 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 the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim