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 hustlas maintain and
When these killas out here snitchin' conas fa cova'
remember 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, fake
Up under alias skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't went to jail
An' some stuff
Vallejo raise no powder puff
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 tell ya I did such a wicked ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that kid, man I wasn't 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
git it, gotta git gone, git on out
The highs the speeds the chases, the the laps the races
My stuggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim

After an' dodgin' the rolla
I myself in South Dakota
All by grindin' an' runnin' the block
hustlin' an' slangin' rocks
Perkin' an' listen to pac locations an' spots
an' cleanin' my glocks
Cookin' an' away pots
an' orderin' chops
Sewin' an' stitchin' up
Scheming an' plottin' my
Pajamas an' sock home invasion an' locks
Jackin' an' robbin' niggas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me fuck botch
Servin' flour in a
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 lead and aimed it fo' my
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 little
Somebody 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 the speeds the chases, the relays 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 weight but I used to be chubby nigga
poppin' pills
Takin' more anti-depressants I got the chills
Tryin' to get away them fuzz and pheasants teachin' lessons
Got mo' scrilla' than I done count
Since I was hills the the slugs the wessons
Engine block gettin' cracked with some of them 355 7's
Ya get mopped as far as
I ain't neva been no in life
Poked an' m-mate in the wit a number twice
Fuckin' around they brought me down to be exact
On the streets I'm nothin' but up in
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 laps the
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim