Luyện nghe bài hát Duckin' & Dodgin'

My scrilla' my paper my scratch, my my paper my scratch
My hookas my bitches, my batch, my 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 wires the taps the
Po-po got me twisted how can us maintain and relax
When these out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'
Just remember tell my 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 alias number skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to
An' told some
Vallejo raise no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm make believers
Make somebody gon' mind somethin' readers
Can you do me a an' ask yo' neighbor
Did he blast an' ask questions 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
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

ditchin' an' dodgin' the rolla
I myself in South Dakota
All by myself an' runnin' the block
hustlin' an' them rocks
Perkin' an' listen to pac switchin' locations an'
Greasin' an' my glocks
an' throwin' away pots
Coppin' an' chops
Sewin' an' stitchin' up
an' plottin' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' locks
Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em me fuck they botch
Servin' flour in a
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I done struck out
it's heavy I'm hurtin'
Two ago ran upon 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 surgeon cause I ain't on or should I say medical
I'm in pal for quite sometime
Now I been for a little while
Somebody dropped a an' I was [phone rings]

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

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