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 choppas my gats, my oozies my choppas my

The the taps the traps
Po-po got me twisted how can us hustlas and relax
When these killas out here 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, fake
Up under alias number skipped
Now I'm hidin' the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to jail
An' told some
Vallejo didn't no powder puff
I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm dumpin' make believers
Make gon' mind somethin' newspaper readers
Can you do me a favor an' ask yo'
Did he blast an' ask questions later
I betcha they tell ya I did such a wicked ass
Why did you kidnap little kid, man I wasn't gonna 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

ditchin' an' dodgin' the rolla
I found in South Dakota
All by myself an' runnin' the block
an' slangin' them rocks
Perkin' an' listen to pac locations an' spots
an' cleanin' my glocks
Cookin' an' away pots
Coppin' an' orderin'
Sewin' an' up cock
Scheming an' plottin' my
an' sock home invasion an' kickin' locks
Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me fuck they
Servin' in a drought
I'm in the hot anyhow plus I been done struck out
Already it's I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the wrong
out his lead and aimed it fo' my head
Instead it hit me in my leg
Who got a
Can't go see a surgeon I ain't on medicaid or should I say medical
I'm in pal for quite sometime
Now I been for a little while
dropped a dime an' I was [phone rings]

git it, gotta 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 laps the
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The the hounds the bussies
Surplus camourflage in the middle in Kentucky
Way out of dodge a little weight but I used to be chubby nigga
poppin' pills
Takin' more anti-depressants I got the chills
Tryin' to get away from fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' I done 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 neva been no in life
Poked an' m-mate in the stomach wit a 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 the speeds thew chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim