Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

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

The wires the the traps
Po-po got me twisted how can us hustlas and relax
When these killas out here 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 out fo' my arrest
Fo' tax evasion, identification
Up alias number skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I neva' went to jail
An' some stuff
didn't raise no powder puff
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 first an' ask later
I they tell ya I did such a wicked ass earthling
Why did you that little kid, man I wasn't 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 an' dodgin' the rolla
I found myself in Dakota
All by grindin' an' runnin' the block
hustlin' an' them rocks
Perkin' an' to pac switchin' locations an' spots
Greasin' an' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' away
Coppin' an' orderin'
Sewin' an' stitchin' up
Scheming an' plottin' my
Pajamas an' sock home an' kickin' locks
an' robbin' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' 'em watch me fuck they botch
flour in a drought
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I done struck out
Already it's I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the wrong
Pulled out his and aimed it fo' my head
it hit me in my leg burstin'
Who got a
go see a surgeon cause I ain't on medicaid or should I say medical
I'm in pal for quite sometime
Now I been for a little while
Somebody dropped a dime an' I was 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
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 the bussies
Surplus camourflage in the middle in Kentucky
Way out of lost a little weight but I used to be chubby nigga
Stressin' pills
Takin' than anti-depressants I got the chills
to get away from them fuzz and pheasants teachin' 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 as far as weapons
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
Gotta git it, 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 the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim