Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

My my paper my scratch, my scrilla' my paper my scratch
My hookas my bitches, my batch, my my bitches, my batch
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 maintain and
When these killas out 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 fo' me got a warrant out fo' my arrest
Fo' tax evasion, identification
Up under alias number bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to
An' told stuff
didn't raise no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm dumpin' make
Make somebody gon' mind newspaper readers
Can you do me a an' ask yo' neighbor
Did he blast first an' ask later
I betcha they 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
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 the chases, the relays the the races
My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

After ditchin' an' the rolla
I found myself in Dakota
All by myself grindin' an' the block
hustlin' an' slangin' rocks
an' listen to pac switchin' locations an' spots
Greasin' an' cleanin' my
Cookin' an' throwin' away
Coppin' an' orderin'
Sewin' an' stitchin' up
Scheming an' plottin' my
Pajamas an' home invasion an' kickin' locks
Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' niggas 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me they botch
Servin' in a drought
I'm in the hot seat anyhow I been done struck out
it's heavy I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the wrong
Pulled out his and aimed it fo' my head
it hit me in my leg burstin'
Who got a
Can't go see a surgeon I ain't on medicaid or should I say medical
I'm in pal for quite sometime
Now I been for a little 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
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
Surplus in the middle somewhere in Kentucky
Way out of dodge lost a little weight but I used to be chubby
Stressin' poppin'
Takin' more than I got the chills
to get away from them fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' I done count blessings
Since I was hills the smithins the the wessons
Engine block gettin' cracked with some of 355 them 7's
Ya get mopped as far as
I ain't neva 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 but up in here
I'm dat act

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 thew chases, the the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim