Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

My scrilla' my paper my scratch, my scrilla' my my scratch
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 killas out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'
Just remember my motha' I love her, I love her
On top of the i the r the s
Police lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest
Fo' tax evasion, identification
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 raise no 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 an' ask questions later
I betcha tell ya I did such a wicked ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I wasn't gonna 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 speeds the chases, the the laps the races
My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

After ditchin' an' dodgin' the
I myself in South Dakota
All by grindin' an' runnin' the block
hustlin' an' slangin' rocks
Perkin' an' to pac switchin' locations an' spots
Greasin' an' cleanin' my
Cookin' an' throwin' away
an' orderin' chops
Sewin' an' up cock
Scheming an' plottin' my
Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' locks
Jackin' an' robbin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me they botch
flour in a drought
I'm in the hot seat anyhow I been done struck out
Already it's heavy I'm
Two nights ago ran the wrong person
Pulled out his lead and aimed it fo' my
Instead it hit me in my leg
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 been wanted for a little
Somebody dropped a 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 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 lost a little weight but I used to be nigga
Stressin' poppin'
Takin' more than anti-depressants I got the
Tryin' to get away from them and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' than I done blessings
I was hills the smithins the slugs the wessons
Engine block gettin' with some of them 355 them 7's
Ya get as far as weapons
I ain't neva been no in life
Poked an' m-mate in the stomach wit a twice
Fuckin' around when they brought me down to be
On the streets I'm 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