Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

My my paper my scratch, my scrilla' my paper my scratch
My hookas my bitches, my batch, my hookas my bitches, my
My peppa, my pistols, my straps, my my pistols my straps
My oozies, my choppas my gats, my oozies my my gats

The wires the taps the
got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and relax
When these killas out snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'
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 warrant out fo' my
Fo' tax evasion, identification
Up under alias skipped bail
Now I'm from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to jail
An' some stuff
Vallejo didn't raise no puff
When I see 'em I'm I'm dumpin' make believers
Make somebody gon' mind somethin' newspaper
Can you do me a an' ask yo' neighbor
Did he blast an' ask questions later
I betcha tell ya I did such a wicked ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I wasn't 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 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 South
All by grindin' an' runnin' the block
hustlin' an' slangin' rocks
Perkin' an' listen to pac switchin' an' spots
Greasin' an' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' pots
an' orderin' chops
Sewin' an' stitchin' up
Scheming an' plottin' my
an' sock home invasion an' kickin' locks
Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' niggas 'em up
An' 'em watch me fuck they botch
Servin' flour in a
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I been done out
Already heavy I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the person
Pulled out his and aimed it fo' my head
Instead it hit me in my leg
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 been wanted for a while
Somebody dropped a dime an' I was [phone

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
Surplus camourflage in the middle in Kentucky
Way out of dodge a little weight but I used to be chubby nigga
Stressin' poppin'
Takin' more than I got the chills
Tryin' to get away from them fuzz and pheasants lessons
Got mo' scrilla' than I count blessings
I was hills the smithins the slugs the wessons
Engine block gettin' cracked with of them 355 them 7's
Ya get as far as weapons
I ain't been no sucka in life
Poked an' in the stomach wit a number twice
Fuckin' around when they brought me to be exact
On the streets I'm nothin' but up in
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
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