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 my pistols my straps
My oozies, my choppas my gats, my oozies my my gats

The the taps the traps
got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and relax
When these killas out here snitchin' conas fa cova'
Just remember tell my motha' I love her, I her
On top of the i the r the s
Police lookin' fo' me got a warrant 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 some
Vallejo didn't raise no puff
When I see 'em I'm blastin' I'm dumpin' make
Make somebody gon' somethin' newspaper readers
Can you do me a favor an' ask yo'
Did he blast an' ask questions later
I they 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
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 found in South Dakota
All by myself grindin' an' runnin' the
hustlin' an' them rocks
Perkin' an' to pac switchin' locations an' spots
Greasin' an' my glocks
Cookin' an' throwin' away
an' orderin' chops
Sewin' an' up cock
Scheming an' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home an' kickin' 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 I been done struck out
Already it's I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the person
Pulled out his lead and it fo' my head
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 this pal for quite
Now I been wanted for a while
dropped 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
git it, gotta 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 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' than I done blessings
Since I was the smithins 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 no sucka in life
Poked an' m-mate in the stomach wit a twice
Fuckin' around when they 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 the laps the races
My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vision, my aim