Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

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

The the taps the traps
Po-po got me twisted how can us maintain and relax
When these killas out here snitchin' conas fa cova'
Just tell my motha' I love her, I love her
On top of the i the r the s
station lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest
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' some stuff
didn't raise no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm make believers
Make somebody gon' mind somethin' newspaper
Can you do me a an' ask yo' neighbor
Did he first an' ask questions later
I betcha they tell ya I did a wicked ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I gonna hurt him

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 stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

After ditchin' an' the rolla
I myself in South Dakota
All by myself an' runnin' the block
an' slangin' them rocks
Perkin' an' listen to pac locations an' spots
Greasin' an' cleanin' my
Cookin' an' away pots
Coppin' an' orderin'
Sewin' an' up cock
Scheming an' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home an' kickin' locks
Jackin' an' robbin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' 'em watch me fuck they botch
flour in a drought
I'm in the hot seat plus I been done struck out
Already heavy I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the person
Pulled out his and aimed it fo' my head
it hit me in my leg burstin'
Who got a
Can't go see a surgeon I ain't 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 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
Surplus camourflage in the middle somewhere in
Way out of dodge lost a weight but I used to be chubby nigga
Stressin' pills
more than anti-depressants I got the chills
Tryin' to get away from them and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' I done count blessings
Since I was the smithins the slugs the wessons
Engine block gettin' cracked with some of them 355 7's
Ya get as far as weapons
I ain't been no sucka in life
Poked an' m-mate in the stomach wit a number
Fuckin' around when 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
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