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 peppa my my straps
My oozies, my choppas my gats, my oozies my choppas my

The wires the taps the
Po-po got me twisted how can us hustlas and relax
When killas out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'
Just tell my motha' I love 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, fake
Up alias number skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to jail
An' told stuff
Vallejo raise no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm dumpin' make
somebody gon' mind somethin' newspaper readers
Can you do me a favor an' ask yo'
Did he blast first an' ask later
I they tell ya I did such a wicked ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I wasn't hurt 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
git it, gotta git gone, git on out
The highs the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the
My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

ditchin' an' dodgin' the rolla
I myself in South Dakota
All by myself an' runnin' the block
hustlin' an' slangin' rocks
Perkin' an' to pac switchin' locations an' spots
Greasin' an' my glocks
Cookin' an' away pots
Coppin' an' chops
an' stitchin' up cock
Scheming an' my knots
Pajamas an' home invasion an' kickin' locks
an' robbin' gankin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em me fuck they botch
flour in a drought
I'm in the hot seat plus I been done struck 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 pal for quite sometime
Now I been 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
Gotta git it, 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 in the middle somewhere in Kentucky
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 them fuzz and teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' than I count blessings
Since I was hills the the slugs the wessons
Engine gettin' cracked with some of them 355 them 7's
Ya get as far as weapons
I ain't neva been no sucka in
Poked an' in the stomach wit a number twice
Fuckin' around when 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
Gotta git it. git gone, git on out
The highs the speeds thew chases, the relays the the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim