Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

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

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 I love her, I love her
On top of the i the r the s
station lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest
Fo' tax evasion, fake
Up alias number skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty man I ain't neva' went to jail
An' told stuff
Vallejo didn't no powder 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 an' ask questions later
I they tell ya I did such a wicked ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I gonna hurt 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 Dakota
All by myself grindin' an' runnin' the
hustlin' an' slangin' them
Perkin' an' listen to pac switchin' an' spots
Greasin' an' my glocks
an' throwin' away pots
Coppin' an' chops
Sewin' an' stitchin' up
Scheming an' plottin' my
Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' kickin'
Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' tyin' '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
Already 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
Somebody 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 relays the the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The grays the hounds the
Surplus camourflage in the middle in Kentucky
Way out of lost a little weight but I used to be chubby nigga
Stressin' poppin'
Takin' more anti-depressants I got the chills
Tryin' to get away from them fuzz and pheasants teachin'
Got mo' scrilla' than I done count
I was hills the smithins the slugs the wessons
Engine block gettin' cracked with of them 355 them 7's
Ya get as far as weapons
I ain't neva been no sucka in
Poked an' m-mate in the stomach wit a twice
Fuckin' around when 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 the speeds thew chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim