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 my gats, my oozies my choppas my gats

The wires the the traps
got me twisted how can us hustlas maintain and relax
When these killas out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa
Just remember tell my I love her, I love her
On top of the i the r the s
Police station lookin' fo' me got a warrant out fo' my
Fo' tax evasion, identification
Up under number skipped bail
Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter man I ain't neva' went to
An' told stuff
Vallejo raise no powder puff
When I see 'em I'm I'm dumpin' make believers
Make somebody gon' mind somethin' newspaper
Can you do me a favor an' ask yo'
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 gonna 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

After an' dodgin' the rolla
I myself in South Dakota
All by myself grindin' an' the block
hustlin' an' them rocks
Perkin' an' listen to pac locations an' spots
Greasin' an' cleanin' my
Cookin' an' away pots
Coppin' an' orderin'
Sewin' an' stitchin' up
an' plottin' my knots
Pajamas an' sock invasion an' kickin' locks
Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch me fuck botch
Servin' in a drought
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus I been struck out
Already heavy I'm hurtin'
Two nights ago ran upon the person
out his lead and aimed it fo' my head
Instead it hit me in my leg
Who got a
Can't go see a cause I ain't on medicaid or should I say medical
I'm in this pal for sometime
Now I wanted for a little 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
git it, gotta 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 somewhere in Kentucky
Way out of dodge lost a little weight but I used to be nigga
poppin' pills
Takin' than anti-depressants I got the chills
Tryin' to get away from them fuzz and pheasants teachin'
Got mo' scrilla' than I done count
Since I was the smithins the slugs the wessons
block gettin' cracked with some of them 355 them 7's
Ya get mopped as far as
I ain't been no sucka in life
an' m-mate in the stomach wit a number twice
Fuckin' around they brought me down to be exact
On the I'm nothin' 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
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