Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

My scrilla' my paper my scratch, my scrilla' my paper my
My hookas my bitches, my batch, my hookas my bitches, my
My peppa, my pistols, my straps, my peppa my pistols my
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 snitchin' bendin' fa cova'
Just remember tell my 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 from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to jail
An' some stuff
Vallejo didn't no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm I'm dumpin' make believers
Make gon' mind somethin' newspaper readers
Can you do me a an' ask yo' neighbor
Did he blast an' ask questions later
I betcha they tell ya I did such a ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I wasn't hurt him

Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
Gotta git it, 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 stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

After ditchin' an' dodgin' the
I found myself in South
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' chops
an' stitchin' up cock
Scheming an' my knots
Pajamas an' sock invasion an' kickin' locks
Jackin' an' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me they botch
Servin' flour in a
I'm in the hot seat anyhow 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
Instead it hit me in my leg
Who got a
Can't go see a cause I ain't on medicaid 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 hounds the
Surplus camourflage in the middle somewhere in
Way out of dodge lost a little weight but I to be chubby nigga
poppin' pills
Takin' more than I got the chills
Tryin' to get away from fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' than I done count blessings
Since I was hills the the slugs the wessons
Engine block gettin' with some of them 355 them 7's
Ya get mopped as far as
I ain't neva been no 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 highs the speeds thew chases, the the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim