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 my pistols my straps
My oozies, my choppas my gats, my oozies my choppas my

The wires the the traps
Po-po got me twisted how can us hustlas and relax
When these killas out snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'
Just remember 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 hunter man I neva' went to jail
An' told some
Vallejo didn't raise no puff
When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm dumpin' make
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 ya I did such a wicked 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 the laps the races
My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

After ditchin' an' dodgin' the
I found in South Dakota
All by myself grindin' an' the block
hustlin' an' slangin' them
Perkin' an' listen to pac locations an' spots
Greasin' an' cleanin' my
Cookin' an' throwin' away
Coppin' an' chops
an' stitchin' up cock
Scheming an' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' kickin'
Jackin' an' robbin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me they botch
Servin' in a drought
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I been done out
it's heavy I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran the wrong person
Pulled out his lead and aimed it fo' my
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 this pal for quite
Now I wanted for a little while
dropped 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 the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The grays the the bussies
Surplus in the middle somewhere in Kentucky
Way out of dodge a little weight but I used to be chubby nigga
Stressin' pills
Takin' more than I got the chills
Tryin' to get from them fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' than I count blessings
I was hills the smithins the slugs the wessons
Engine block gettin' with some of them 355 them 7's
Ya get mopped as far as
I ain't been no sucka in life
an' m-mate in the stomach wit a number twice
Fuckin' around when they brought me to be exact
On the streets I'm nothin' but up in
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 thew chases, the relays the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim