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 my gats

The wires the the traps
Po-po got me twisted how can us hustlas and relax
these 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 station lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my
Fo' tax evasion, fake
Up alias number skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' to jail
An' told stuff
didn't raise no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm make believers
Make somebody gon' mind 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 little 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
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 an' dodgin' the rolla
I found myself in South
All by myself an' runnin' the block
hustlin' an' slangin' rocks
Perkin' an' listen to pac switchin' locations an'
an' cleanin' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' away
Coppin' an' orderin'
Sewin' an' stitchin' up
Scheming an' plottin' my
Pajamas an' sock home an' kickin' locks
Jackin' an' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me fuck they
Servin' flour in a
I'm in the hot seat anyhow I been done struck out
Already heavy I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the person
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 I ain't on medicaid or should I say medical
I'm in pal for quite sometime
Now I been 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
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 laps the
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The grays the hounds the
camourflage in the middle somewhere in Kentucky
Way out of dodge lost a little weight but I to be chubby nigga
Stressin' pills
Takin' more than anti-depressants I got the
Tryin' to get away from them fuzz and pheasants lessons
Got mo' scrilla' than I count blessings
Since I was hills the smithins the slugs the
Engine gettin' cracked with some of them 355 them 7's
Ya get mopped as far as
I ain't been no sucka in life
an' m-mate in the stomach wit a number twice
Fuckin' around when brought me down to be exact
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
Gotta git it. git gone, git on out
The highs the speeds chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim