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 my pistols 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 these killas out here 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 fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest
Fo' tax evasion, fake
Up alias number skipped bail
Now I'm from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to jail
An' told some
Vallejo didn't no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm dumpin' make
Make gon' mind somethin' newspaper readers
Can you do me a favor an' ask yo'
Did he blast first an' ask questions
I betcha they ya I did such a wicked ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I wasn't 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 the speeds 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 Dakota
All by myself grindin' an' the block
an' slangin' them rocks
Perkin' an' listen to pac switchin' locations an'
an' cleanin' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' away
an' orderin' chops
Sewin' an' up cock
Scheming an' plottin' my
Pajamas an' sock invasion an' kickin' locks
an' robbin' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me they botch
Servin' in a drought
I'm in the hot anyhow plus I been done struck out
it's heavy I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the wrong
Pulled out his and aimed it fo' my head
Instead it hit me in my leg
Who got a
Can't go see a surgeon cause I on medicaid or should I say medical
I'm in pal for quite sometime
Now I been wanted for a 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 the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The grays the the bussies
Surplus camourflage in the middle 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 them fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' I done count blessings
Since I was the smithins the slugs the wessons
Engine block gettin' cracked some of them 355 them 7's
Ya get mopped as far as
I ain't neva no sucka in life
Poked an' m-mate in the stomach wit a number
Fuckin' around when they brought me down to be
On the I'm nothin' but up in here
I'm dat act

Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, 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 the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim