Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

My scrilla' my paper my scratch, my 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 my choppas my gats

The wires the the traps
Po-po got me twisted how can us hustlas and relax
When these out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'
Just remember tell my 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 under alias number bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to
An' told some
Vallejo didn't raise no powder
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 first an' ask questions later
I betcha they tell ya I did such a wicked ass
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I wasn't gonna him

git it, gotta 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 the speeds 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 South
All by myself an' runnin' the block
hustlin' an' them rocks
Perkin' an' listen to pac locations an' spots
Greasin' an' cleanin' my
an' throwin' away pots
Coppin' an' chops
Sewin' an' up cock
Scheming an' plottin' my
Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' locks
an' robbin' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me they botch
Servin' in a drought
I'm in the hot seat plus I been done struck out
Already it's heavy I'm
Two nights ago ran upon the person
Pulled out his lead and it fo' my head
Instead it hit me in my leg
Who got a
Can't go see a surgeon cause I on medicaid or should I say medical
I'm in this pal for quite
Now I wanted for a little while
Somebody 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 speeds the chases, the the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The grays the the bussies
Surplus camourflage in the middle somewhere in
Way out of dodge lost a little weight but I used to be chubby
Stressin' poppin'
Takin' more than 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 cracked with some of them 355 them 7's
Ya get mopped as far as
I neva been no sucka in life
Poked an' m-mate in the wit a number twice
around when they 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 highs the speeds chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim