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 taps the
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 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 under number skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' to jail
An' told stuff
Vallejo didn't no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm I'm dumpin' make believers
Make somebody gon' mind somethin' readers
Can you do me a favor an' ask yo'
Did he blast first an' ask questions
I betcha they tell ya I did such a wicked ass
Why did you kidnap that kid, man I wasn't 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 speeds the chases, the relays the 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 myself an' runnin' the block
hustlin' an' slangin' rocks
an' listen to pac switchin' locations an' spots
Greasin' an' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' away
Coppin' an' orderin'
Sewin' an' stitchin' up
an' plottin' my knots
Pajamas an' sock invasion an' kickin' locks
Jackin' an' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me fuck botch
flour in a drought
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I been done out
Already it's I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the wrong
out his lead and aimed it fo' my head
Instead it hit me in my leg
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 wanted for a little 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
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 laps the
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The the hounds the bussies
Surplus camourflage in the middle in Kentucky
Way out of dodge lost a little but I used to be chubby nigga
Stressin' pills
Takin' than anti-depressants I got the chills
Tryin' to get from them fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' than I count blessings
Since I was hills the smithins the the wessons
Engine block gettin' cracked some of them 355 them 7's
Ya get as far as weapons
I ain't neva no sucka in life
Poked an' m-mate in the wit a number twice
Fuckin' around when they brought me 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
Gotta git it. 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