Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

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

The wires the taps the
Po-po got me twisted how can us maintain and relax
When these killas out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa
Just remember tell my motha' I her, I love her
On top of the i the r the s
Police station lookin' fo' me got a out fo' my arrest
Fo' tax evasion, identification
Up under alias skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' from the hunter man I ain't neva' went to jail
An' told some
Vallejo raise no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm I'm dumpin' make believers
Make somebody gon' mind somethin' readers
Can you do me a an' ask yo' neighbor
Did he blast first an' ask later
I betcha they tell ya I did such a 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 relays the 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 myself grindin' an' the block
an' slangin' them rocks
Perkin' an' to pac switchin' locations an' spots
an' cleanin' my glocks
Cookin' an' away pots
Coppin' an' chops
Sewin' an' up cock
Scheming an' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home 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 seat anyhow plus I been done out
Already it's heavy I'm
Two nights ago ran the wrong person
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 cause I on medicaid or should I say medical
I'm in this pal for quite
Now I been wanted for a little
Somebody a dime 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 the speeds 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 lost a little weight but I used to be chubby nigga
Stressin' pills
Takin' than anti-depressants I got the chills
Tryin' to get away from them fuzz and pheasants teachin'
Got mo' scrilla' than I done blessings
Since I was hills the smithins the the wessons
Engine block gettin' cracked with some of them 355 7's
Ya get as far as weapons
I neva been no sucka in life
an' m-mate in the stomach wit a number twice
Fuckin' when they brought me down to be exact
On the streets I'm 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