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 choppas my gats, my oozies my choppas my

The wires the the traps
Po-po got me twisted how can us maintain and relax
When these killas out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa
remember tell my motha' I love her, I love her
On top of the i the r the s
Police station lookin' fo' me got a out fo' my arrest
Fo' tax evasion, identification
Up under number skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I neva' went to jail
An' some stuff
Vallejo didn't raise no powder
When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm make believers
Make somebody gon' mind somethin' newspaper
Can you do me a favor an' ask yo'
Did he blast an' ask questions later
I betcha they tell ya I did such a wicked ass
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I gonna hurt 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 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 Dakota
All by myself grindin' an' runnin' the
hustlin' an' slangin' rocks
Perkin' an' to pac switchin' locations an' spots
an' cleanin' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' pots
Coppin' an' chops
Sewin' an' up cock
Scheming an' my knots
an' sock home invasion an' kickin' locks
Jackin' an' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me fuck botch
Servin' flour in a
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I been done out
Already it's I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the person
out his lead and aimed 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 been wanted for a 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 the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The grays the the bussies
camourflage in the middle somewhere in Kentucky
Way out of dodge lost a little weight but I used to be nigga
poppin' pills
Takin' more than I got the chills
Tryin' to get away from them fuzz and pheasants lessons
Got mo' scrilla' than I done count
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 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 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
git it. gotta 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