Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

My scrilla' my paper my scratch, my scrilla' my 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 wires the the traps
Po-po got me how can us hustlas maintain and relax
When these killas out here snitchin' bendin' fa cova'
Just tell my motha' I love her, I love her
On top of the i the r the s
Police lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest
Fo' tax evasion, identification
Up under alias number bail
Now I'm hidin' the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to jail
An' told some
Vallejo raise no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm make believers
somebody gon' mind somethin' newspaper readers
Can you do me a an' ask yo' neighbor
Did he blast first an' ask questions
I they 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 speeds the chases, the relays the 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 myself grindin' an' the block
hustlin' an' slangin' them
Perkin' an' to pac switchin' locations an' spots
an' cleanin' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' pots
an' orderin' chops
Sewin' an' stitchin' up
Scheming an' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' locks
an' robbin' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me fuck they
Servin' flour in a
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I been done out
Already it's heavy I'm
Two nights ago ran upon the person
Pulled out his lead and it fo' my head
Instead it hit me in my leg
Who got a
Can't go see a surgeon cause I ain't on medicaid or I say medical
I'm in this pal for quite
Now I been for a little while
Somebody dropped a an' I was [phone 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
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
The highs the speeds the chases, the relays the the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The grays the hounds the
camourflage in the middle somewhere in Kentucky
Way out of dodge a little weight but I used to be chubby nigga
Stressin' poppin'
more than anti-depressants I got the chills
Tryin' to get away from them fuzz and teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' than I done blessings
Since I was 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 neva no sucka in life
Poked an' m-mate in the wit a number twice
Fuckin' when they brought 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
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