Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

My scrilla' my 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 my gats

The the taps the traps
got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and relax
When killas out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'
remember tell my motha' I love her, I love her
On top of the i the r the s
station lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest
Fo' tax evasion, identification
Up alias number skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to
An' told some
Vallejo didn't no powder puff
I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm dumpin' make believers
Make somebody gon' mind somethin' newspaper
Can you do me a an' ask yo' neighbor
Did he blast first an' ask questions
I betcha they tell ya I did a wicked ass earthling
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 highs the speeds the chases, the the laps 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 grindin' an' the block
hustlin' an' slangin' rocks
an' listen to pac switchin' locations an' spots
Greasin' an' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' pots
Coppin' an' chops
Sewin' an' stitchin' up
an' plottin' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' locks
Jackin' an' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em me fuck they botch
Servin' flour in a
I'm in the hot anyhow plus I been done struck out
it's heavy I'm hurtin'
Two ago ran upon the wrong person
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 this pal for quite
Now I wanted for a little while
Somebody dropped a dime an' I was [phone

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 the chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The grays the hounds the
Surplus 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' I done count blessings
Since I was the smithins the slugs the wessons
Engine block cracked with 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 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
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 chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim