Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

My scrilla' my paper my scratch, my my paper my scratch
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 how can us hustlas maintain and relax
When these killas out here bendin' conas fa cova'
Just remember my motha' I love her, I love her
On top of the i the r the s
Police station fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest
Fo' tax evasion, identification
Up alias number skipped bail
Now I'm from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to jail
An' some stuff
Vallejo didn't raise no powder
When I see 'em I'm I'm dumpin' make believers
Make somebody gon' mind somethin' newspaper
Can you do me a favor an' ask yo'
Did he blast first an' ask questions
I betcha tell ya I did such 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
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

After an' dodgin' the rolla
I found myself in Dakota
All by myself grindin' an' the block
hustlin' an' them rocks
Perkin' an' listen to pac switchin' locations an'
Greasin' an' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' away
Coppin' an' chops
Sewin' an' stitchin' up
an' plottin' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home an' kickin' locks
an' robbin' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me they botch
Servin' in a drought
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I done struck out
Already heavy I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the person
Pulled out his lead and aimed it fo' my
it hit me in my leg burstin'
Who got a
Can't go see a surgeon cause I ain't on or should I say medical
I'm in this pal for quite
Now I been wanted for a while
Somebody a dime an' I was [phone rings]

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 speeds the chases, the relays the the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The grays the the bussies
Surplus camourflage in the middle in Kentucky
Way out of dodge lost a little weight but I used to be chubby
Stressin' poppin'
more than anti-depressants I got the chills
Tryin' to get away from them fuzz and pheasants lessons
Got mo' scrilla' I done count blessings
Since I was hills the smithins the slugs the
Engine block gettin' with some of them 355 them 7's
Ya get mopped as far as
I neva been no sucka in life
Poked an' m-mate in the stomach wit a number
Fuckin' around when they brought me 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
Gotta git it. 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