Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

My scrilla' my 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 choppas my gats, my oozies my choppas my

The wires the the traps
got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and relax
When these killas out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa
Just remember my motha' I love her, I love her
On top of the i the r the s
Police station lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my
Fo' tax evasion, identification
Up under number skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty man I ain't neva' went to jail
An' told some
Vallejo raise no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm I'm dumpin' make believers
Make somebody gon' mind somethin' newspaper
Can you do me a an' ask yo' neighbor
Did he blast first an' ask questions
I betcha they tell ya I did such a wicked ass
Why did you kidnap little kid, man I wasn't gonna hurt him

Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, 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' the rolla
I found in South Dakota
All by myself grindin' an' runnin' the
hustlin' an' them rocks
Perkin' an' to pac switchin' locations an' spots
Greasin' an' cleanin' my
an' throwin' away pots
Coppin' an' chops
Sewin' an' up cock
an' plottin' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home an' kickin' locks
Jackin' an' robbin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me fuck they
Servin' flour in a
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I been done out
Already it's heavy I'm
Two nights ago ran upon the wrong
Pulled out his lead and it fo' my head
it hit me in my leg burstin'
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 quite
Now I wanted for a little while
dropped 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
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
The highs the the chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The the hounds the bussies
Surplus camourflage in the middle somewhere in
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 pheasants teachin'
Got mo' scrilla' I done count blessings
I was hills the smithins the slugs the wessons
Engine block gettin' with some of them 355 them 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 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
Gotta git it. 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