Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

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

The the taps the traps
Po-po got me how can us hustlas maintain and relax
When these killas out snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'
Just remember tell my motha' I 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 under number skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to jail
An' told stuff
Vallejo didn't raise no powder
When I see 'em I'm I'm dumpin' make believers
somebody gon' mind somethin' newspaper readers
Can you do me a an' ask yo' neighbor
Did he blast first an' ask questions
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
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 relays the laps the
My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

After ditchin' an' dodgin' the
I myself in South Dakota
All by myself an' runnin' the block
hustlin' an' slangin' them
Perkin' an' to pac switchin' locations an' spots
an' cleanin' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' away
an' orderin' chops
Sewin' an' stitchin' up
Scheming an' plottin' my
Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' locks
Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me fuck botch
Servin' flour in a
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I done struck out
Already it's heavy I'm
Two nights ago ran upon the wrong
Pulled out his lead and it fo' my head
it hit me in my leg burstin'
Who got a
Can't go see a surgeon cause I on medicaid or should I say medical
I'm in this pal for sometime
Now I been wanted for a while
Somebody dropped a dime an' I was 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
Gotta git it, git gone, git on out
The highs the speeds the chases, the relays the laps the
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

The grays the the bussies
camourflage in the middle somewhere in Kentucky
Way out of dodge lost a little weight but I to be chubby nigga
Stressin' poppin'
Takin' more than I got the chills
Tryin' to get away them fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' I done count blessings
Since I was hills the the slugs the wessons
Engine block gettin' cracked with of them 355 them 7's
Ya get as far as weapons
I ain't neva been no sucka in
Poked an' m-mate in the stomach wit a 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
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 thew chases, the relays the laps the
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim