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 my gats, my oozies my choppas my gats

The the taps the traps
Po-po got me twisted how can us maintain and relax
When these out here snitchin' 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 warrant out fo' my
Fo' tax evasion, fake
Up under number skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty man I ain't neva' went to jail
An' told some
Vallejo didn't raise no puff
When I see 'em I'm I'm dumpin' make believers
Make somebody mind somethin' newspaper readers
Can you do me a an' ask yo' neighbor
Did he blast first an' ask later
I betcha they tell ya I did a wicked ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I wasn't gonna 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 speeds the chases, the the laps the races
My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

After an' dodgin' the rolla
I found in South Dakota
All by grindin' an' runnin' the block
hustlin' an' them rocks
Perkin' an' to pac switchin' locations an' spots
an' cleanin' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' away
an' orderin' chops
Sewin' an' stitchin' up
Scheming an' plottin' my
an' sock home invasion an' kickin' locks
Jackin' an' robbin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me they botch
flour in a drought
I'm in the hot seat plus I been done struck out
Already it's I'm hurtin'
Two ago ran upon the wrong person
Pulled out his lead and aimed it fo' my
Instead it hit me in my leg
Who got a
Can't go see a surgeon cause I ain't on or should I say medical
I'm in pal for quite sometime
Now I been wanted for a little
Somebody dropped a 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
git it, gotta 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 the bussies
Surplus camourflage in the middle somewhere in
Way out of dodge lost a weight but I used to be chubby nigga
poppin' pills
Takin' than anti-depressants I got the chills
to get away from them fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' than I done count
Since I was hills the smithins the the wessons
Engine block gettin' with some of them 355 them 7's
Ya get as far as weapons
I neva been no sucka in life
Poked an' m-mate in the stomach wit a number
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
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 thew chases, the the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim